What bothers me about this entire thing and this other girl is that a few weeks ago you told me you’d love me forever, two weeks later you say it’s over, and another two weeks later you’re moving on.
That’s not right. I don’t care who knows, but you are a cunt. A dirty smelly cunt.
But I fear if I stand in front of you, I might stomp your fucking head in.
(My feet are too tiny)
I’ve hit a wall in writing my research paper. If I don’t get this done I won’t pass 11th grade. If I don’t pass 11th grade I won’t graduate. If I don’t graduate I won’t get a good job. If I don’t get a good job I won’t have nice things. If I don’t have nice things then I see no point in living.
Jesus Of Suburbia- Green Day
Oh thank the winds! I have internet again!
The voice in the back of your head that won’t shut up and makes you want to put your head through a brick wall.
