YOU SWING SIDE ALONG SIDE.

you're a sickening son of a bitch.
i would want to insult your mother cause she's really nice to me.
but thats what you are.
i'm seething with so much of anger that its not even funny.
so much anger that i want to rip your balls out.


i'm officially on strike. what kind of strike? that i dont know. its simply times like these that i need a smoke. and then i go and bang my head against the wall to stop the temptation.
thats exactly what i need. to get rid of the temptations. such as the temptation to rip someone's balls out.

its been so long since i've talked to you. that i dont know what is going on in your life anymore. but you didn't see fit to tell me either. i dont know who i am to you. and i'm pretty sure that i dont want to know either. because i'm sick of being used by you. i'm sick of being hurt by you.
simply put. i'm sick of you.


so i'm feeling messed up like i always do. which makes me feel like crying. school doesnt seem to be helping at all as well. i dont know why. suddenly i'm feeling sick of everything.


just because you can't be honest with me.


i'm on strike from you. thats all i know. dont pretend to be a friend when i know that you want nothing to to with me. its been a year. i should be done crying. but i'm not. so just let me be for a little while more.