("OMGZX CHRISTINA UU ISH VERI B0RIN LEHXZ, KIP BLOGGIN ABT SHITXZZX LIK TIS N USE VULGARITIES LIK N0 1 BUSINESS."
Two words: Fuck off.)
One time's enough for me. Second time? Whatthefuck.
I don't get it, now everything's replaying in my head, and yet I don't get to see why they had happened in the first place. And it hurts, it's hurts my head. The other delicate part is fucking numb ok, fucking numb.
Just because you won't know how we fucking feel, doesn't mean you can keep clinging on. Just because it fucking satisfy you, just because it fucking make you feel like you're attractive enough, just because you need to know that someone is there to make you feel secured? HUH? HELLO. IDK LA, WHATEVER YOU FEEL OKAY, IT'S INCOMPARABLE TO HOW WE FEEL.
IT. FUCKING. HURTS.
Okay? So stop fucking lightin up hopes like you can lit up a thousand cigars and puff em. Or, yeah, maybe you should puff em instead.
IM FEEL LIKE IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!
&& there's Art tomorrow? I don't even know what I'm fuckin doing now. I'm just paintin like some wacko with rubbish stuck in her head.
YAH. YAH. YAH. AYAH. YAH.
GOSH YOU MADE ME FEEL SO RETARDED.
Yea, I should have just followed my instincts then things wouldn't be that bad now.
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