You won't like readin this.

Can you hear me cry out to you?
Words I thought I'd choke on figure out.
I'm really not so with you anymore.
I'm just a ghost.


Alright, out with it.
New hair sucks th hell.
Told her I wanted to maintain but she still cut it, oh well.
I look like a nut. Yes, worse than nutella.
I just feel like pointin a goddamn pistol to my head,
figurin how to pull th trigger
just to realise there's no bullet in it.
HA HA HA,
see, I've made a fool out of myself.
And yo m' boyyyyyy,
don't go pointin when you're th one who can't get a grip.
Oh, GET A GRIP, get?
I can make you hate me to th fuckin core, and heck, I don't care.
If there's anyone who could help you, it's your bloody self, so wake up and be strong already.

Burp.
So what if I bloody miss him? Ha ha ha.


I know, I'm not m' self.
Uhh, I want to watch 881.
I need to bring a bucket along too.