Fuck you. <3 Bye.

I actually hate you. Like seriously. What the fuck is your problem? I don't have time for this. You led me on for the entirety of grade ten. And, you are probably doing it again.

I think that I am going to go pick up that black sweater.

The world is such a lonely place. So many people. None that want me.

I'm sick of it.

Like, what the hell?

I'm too angry to be deep. I'm too deep to be angry.

Don't you hate people who talk like that? Who say nonsense things to sound deep? Or intelligent? Or smart? Or funny?

Or just plain retarded?

Fuck it.

I've got no time for love. Because no one is in love with me.

What now?

Drugs.

Haha, as if.

Back to love.

Almost as empty as everything else. Everything loveless.

Everything me.


Whatever.

Except, I really do care.

I really do.

Maybe being hit when I was younger really screwed me up.

Maybe I don't have time for this.

Maybe everybody else should stop telling me what I have time for.

I have time for drinks.
I have time for hugs.
I have time for him.
And, I have time for love.

What I don't have time for is this.

This ever consuming worry..
Worry about what other peopel think.
But it does matter.

So, I'm stuck.

Help?
What do you think?

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Fuck this.

HELP!!!!!!

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Fuck.

I can't believe I fail when I am the best.

Life is just retarded.

Point taken. Point blank. Point proved. Pointed out.

Of sight and mind.

Fuck you all.
Bye.