blah blah blah
you're so fucking stupid
blah blah blah
i'm better than you
bitch bitch bitch
i'm so ugly, nobody likes me
whine whine whine


shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out. for good.

pretty soon, i'm going to die,
under that tree.

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As much as i fucking hate you
and wish you would die
and everything like that..

i can't help but bringing up "remember when" stories about you.

stop invading me, please.

I used to really really love you.
Now you're sort of just.. there.

I AM HAPPY

The way you try to carry yourself so prim and proper is just utterly sickening.
How can somebody actually look at you and think you're cute? There is not one single thing on that pitiful fucking face of yours that is endearing. Everybody you meet can see right.fucking.through you. You're nothing to anybody, and everybody is nothing to you. Nobody holds you on a high pedestal and nobody thinks you're a golden trophy. Just please, for once in your fucking mess of a life, realize that you're just someone's fucking toy. You're somebody's unwanted baby doll thrown away by a careless child. Get the fuck over it and wonder your ugly ass off to the wonderland of abandoned toys. That's your home, now.

NaNoWriMo

Today, begins the day that I enter the world of "literary abandon".
All I need now is myself and a nice, hot, steamy cup of coffee.
I don't need school, and I don't need you.
It's me and my novel. So, step aside, please.