Monday, April 4, 2011


I guess I'd like to know what I've done to you.
What have I done to make you say such nasty things about me?
I try so fucking hard to keep people happy, especially you.
I feel like crying when I hear shit like this, especially from someone I thought was my friend.
This is so bloody ironic. 
Fuck life, dance like a chicken. 

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