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Happy :)

Shit is about to hit the fan.

I’ve had enough of being treated like a kid, being pushed aside and being walked over time and time again. If I wanted to be lectured I would go back to school. If I wanted to be treated like shit, I would live in a sewer and if I wanted to be pushed aside I would fucking chill out at the tip.

If you want me in your life, you’re going the wrong way about it. I’ll admit it when I’m wrong, and I’m happy to discuss it, but don’t sit there and act like you’re so much higher than me when I make a mistake and make me feel guilty as shit, when you’re as much to blame as me. There was never even an issue in the first place. Life’s too fucking short, but some people are just too proud to forget about things.

Here’s another fuck you, to people who take others for granted. Treat me like shit once and I gave you a second chance, but treat me like shit twice and you can go fuck yourself! What a mistake. You obviously have no respect for me, like I suspected in the first place. I did everything for you. Helped you out, gave you a place to stay, and then you turn around and walk over me like a piece of shit. You’re a self centered asshole, and you make me so angry. You would never help me out, you would never consider how I feel and you would never even think twice if you read this. Next time you need a helping hand, you can take it and shove it up your ass. This is the last time you will treat me like I’m worthless.

That is all.

I feel like I’m losing everyone I care about all at once.

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What’s left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I’m cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

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ITS FATE :)

oh em gee! we totes do! hahaha

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