triphop_femme
08-22-2008, 11:50 PM
i don't want to work 10-13 hour shifts every fucking day. i don't want to stand on my feet for the rest of my life. and i sure as fuck don't want to feel like this.
everything i'm doing, i'm fucking doing for myself. and you're right. i'm about at that point where i'm hating you rather than the other. i hate you.
i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. probably just as much as i fucking love you. you piece of shit. hear me? PIECE OF SHIT.
i want you to see how amazing of a person i am. how amazing of a person i'm still about to become. just get me over this god damn fucking hill, please. i want to see the other side of things so badly right now. so fucking badly. but i can't. because you are fucking blocking MY GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING PATH.
i will say it as many times as i have to until i begin to believe it.
I HATE YOU. with all of my fucking heart. fuck you for coming into my life. and fuck you for leaving it they way that you have. don't worry. i'll fix things. just like i always have. i don't want to, but i will. because it's in my nature to get up and move on. that's what i do. i move on. from one to another, to another to another.
i should have listened to that mother fucker before he put a bullet through his god damn head. he knows shit i STILL don't understand. and he's dead.
FUCK YOU.
everything i'm doing, i'm fucking doing for myself. and you're right. i'm about at that point where i'm hating you rather than the other. i hate you.
i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. probably just as much as i fucking love you. you piece of shit. hear me? PIECE OF SHIT.
i want you to see how amazing of a person i am. how amazing of a person i'm still about to become. just get me over this god damn fucking hill, please. i want to see the other side of things so badly right now. so fucking badly. but i can't. because you are fucking blocking MY GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING PATH.
i will say it as many times as i have to until i begin to believe it.
I HATE YOU. with all of my fucking heart. fuck you for coming into my life. and fuck you for leaving it they way that you have. don't worry. i'll fix things. just like i always have. i don't want to, but i will. because it's in my nature to get up and move on. that's what i do. i move on. from one to another, to another to another.
i should have listened to that mother fucker before he put a bullet through his god damn head. he knows shit i STILL don't understand. and he's dead.
FUCK YOU.