Thursday, May 28, 2009

Worlds End In Whispers, Not Bangs.


It doesn't ever phase me. I hope you fucking hate me.

It's time to look in a mirror. Evaluate yourself. But you already know what you are. A fuck up. It's what you have always been, and probably always be. Secretly you love it though, or you would try to fix yourself. You are getting no ones attention.

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