Wednesday, March 18, 2009

frustration.

1. if i could hire someone to kill you i would. you are the definition of a homewrecker. you fucked up everything with my family. your new plan now is take her and turn her into a piece of shit just like you. then leave her with nothing. you go on acting like you love her after you cheated on her, saying you have changed and make her think that you are more in love with her than ever before, when you were caught recently hitting on girls way younger than you at starbucks. you are a lie, you are fake, you are nothing. once a cheater always a cheater, you were like this in college and you are still like it now. thanks for messing up my family you cockroach nigger.

god you are all the fucking same.

2. I want to write a song, but whats the point. it's not like i'd be able to play it or have a melody behind it.

3. being hit on by 8 & 5 year olds at hot tubs aren't so flattering. and when their brothers from some college in Athens come up to sit by us and offer us beer and a chance to get to know us better...
is just creepy.

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