How long does it take for the empty feeling of a full tank to go away when the skys are empty judging eyes of God staring down at you. How could I? right. I'll atest I wasn't the best at what I wanted...but I always got when I tried my hardest. Second chances are illusions of the same judgement. Tell me honestly how can you mean anything you say when you know deep down inside your trying to make up for the lies you've been commiting against your mind.
I can see it means something when you slit your throat wide open and the vomit of fermented alcohol comes running out like a tap in a keg. Its sad the way I know how much it means when you bleed blood infected with tip of the day sayings, "don't play with fire"...bullshit you hypocrit I fuck slits worse then wire taped in burning buildings of establishment. I am the person you think you want me to think I am.
Pretty people are only that much worse on the inside...dying trying lying. I'd kiss the splintered wood and destroy every aspect of knowledge of emotion to reap the benefits of punishment, thats what fear does. "Never say never." Your so wise. I wish I could squeeze the life right out of those eyes...
I'm trying I really am but you know how it goes when your commited to something you don't give a shit about...life sometimes steps on your sandbox lies and kicks down the pretty castle you made and tells you your a piece of shit for trying to build it. "Take that you little bitch! Stop listening to Creed!"
"God" if there weren't enough lies already. Right well figure out how many people have to tell you what to do and where to go and what to buy and how to live and figure out if your doing a good job because as long as they are getting theres they don't give a fuck about yours. More friendly tips of the day....Helpful right??? who the fuck is listening intently wishing to follow the words of a realist. No one thats who. You are either agreeing or not caring so why write? To calm the angry spirit in my soul or I will loose control... it would appear best unless prision is where I plan on heading.
I can see it means something when you slit your throat wide open and the vomit of fermented alcohol comes running out like a tap in a keg. Its sad the way I know how much it means when you bleed blood infected with tip of the day sayings, "don't play with fire"...bullshit you hypocrit I fuck slits worse then wire taped in burning buildings of establishment. I am the person you think you want me to think I am.
Pretty people are only that much worse on the inside...dying trying lying. I'd kiss the splintered wood and destroy every aspect of knowledge of emotion to reap the benefits of punishment, thats what fear does. "Never say never." Your so wise. I wish I could squeeze the life right out of those eyes...
I'm trying I really am but you know how it goes when your commited to something you don't give a shit about...life sometimes steps on your sandbox lies and kicks down the pretty castle you made and tells you your a piece of shit for trying to build it. "Take that you little bitch! Stop listening to Creed!"
"God" if there weren't enough lies already. Right well figure out how many people have to tell you what to do and where to go and what to buy and how to live and figure out if your doing a good job because as long as they are getting theres they don't give a fuck about yours. More friendly tips of the day....Helpful right??? who the fuck is listening intently wishing to follow the words of a realist. No one thats who. You are either agreeing or not caring so why write? To calm the angry spirit in my soul or I will loose control... it would appear best unless prision is where I plan on heading.