the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
you know some people are just soo damn RUDE. dont thier parents ever teach you that being polite is actually a basic nessesity. like HELLO. even if its just that little small girl. its still a small HUMAN girl. a HUMAN girl with FEELINGS. so cant you just show that little bit of courtesy. what the hell is wrong with this people lar. people this days are just the soo uped. how would you like it if someone treated you like the SHIT that you actually are. HUH. even though you see the shit in people there are some occasions where youre SUPPOSED to keep the shit to yourself. thats like BASIC. hello. just pretending wont do you no harm. or just lie like you always do. it comes as a second nature to you anyway. no biggie. just that you ll DEFINITELY go to hell when you die. i mean. all those lies you tell are ... alot. so its ok to tell one more lie. wont make a difference for you. after all you are. hopelessly done for. so theres no use of holding back anymore HUH. you think youre all high and mighty and all that dontcha. if you could just hear the stuff thats being passed all around. behind your back and in your face. just that you totally REFUSE to hear it. its not really insulting you or anything. not that much. take it as construtive critism. and pretend that we actually care for you. that way. itd be much much easier to swallow. no use getting choked up on somethings that soo obviously true is there. no there isnt. we really are trying to help you know. so that we wont actually have to kill you and dirty our clean hands. so to stop a murder. i really hope you do change. if not. im not responsible for what happens next. after all. its YOUR own fault. owells. nothing i can do about it. i ll be sorry for your death though. there be noone else to insult and help. even though i nice and all. i cant keep the rest for really murdering you. so please help yourself and us. change or get lost. you might not know it. but im really trying to forgive you and stuff. but its truly getting harder by the minute. and it doubles everytime we meet. its sad. i know. but. this is my cry for help. to help you and me. so dont take it to heart yar. both you and me know what youve done. and we all know how we feel. so owells.
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