So sick of everything, fuck off all of you, not one of you even care about me. I’m tired of not being good enough for you. Nothing is ever good enough for any of you and I’m tired of it, go piss up a rope if you think I’m going to waste any more of my time caring about any of you. You want me to care about you? How about you show you care about me, then we’ll talk. Or no wait we won’t, cause none of you want to talk to me anymore about anything, I love it, why am I suddenly not good enough to talk to? must be the God damn phase of the moon. And here’s another thought that came into my mind during the day, if you hate someone why the fuck would you be with them? Why would you bother doing anything with them or talking to them at all? Don’t fucking say you hate people if you don’t, cause you obviously don’t hate them and obviously everything is still fine with them. Tell me who? Who are these magical people? I’d really fucking LOVE to know. Don’t FUCKING lie to me! Or I’ll never trust you again, EVER!