Friday, December 9, 2011
full of hate.
You make me feel so much hatred, hate feels up my body everytime I even hear your voice. You make me want to leave and NEVER come back. It's crazy, I'm crazy. I'm literally completely insane. I could care less about you, I wish you were never in my life. You can fake cry and tell your sob stories all you want, I will never feel bad for you and your bratty self. You act like the world owes you something, and it doesn't. You're not freaking queen of the world, so you need to stop thinking you are. The world would be a crazy, dementive place if you were queen. Everyone would smart off to everyone. Sometimes I just want to hit you, square in the face. But I have to be "mature". I'm fifteen years old, I'm pretty sure I'm not mature. I'm tired of getting in trouble for your crap. You're number one on my hate list, you make me cringe. I'm not over exageratting either. You're voice, so high pitched when you're being "sweet and innocent" but then when the real you comes out, everyone knows. You can't pretend to be great, everyone's caught on to your little games and mind tricks.
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