you don't know fucking shit about me.
You don't know ANYTHING.
you can rot in fucking hell, every single November is like this, and I fucking told you I DON'T KNOW WHY. I have NOTHING to be stressed over, and I am fucking crying myself to sleep because I can't handle it.
And don't you ever, ever fucking tell me they don't care. Even if they don't, they say they do, and that is more than I can say for anybody else in my life. Get it?
so SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE, it's your fault I'm this way anyways.
bitch, I fucking hate you sometimes.