Sunday, November 16, 2014

FUCK

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AND CUTTING EVERYONE OUT OF MY LIFE. Why do I always have to be the one who ends up getting their feelings hurt and their heart ground into the dirt? I'm so fucking over it. If you want to like me, great. If you don't, keep fucking moving because chances are I don't want to know you either.