By inexperienced
Date: 21 July 2000
fromthetopofmyheadbottomofmyheart
as i sit here trying to stay sain in an insane enviorment, I think of all the guys that have come and gone
i think of the fucked up relationship with my mom, my dad... does everything i touch turn to shit.
your promises are like pie crusts, easily made , easily broken. We are all trying to get ahead in this rat race called life, only problem is the winner is still a rat. no winners anyway.
I hate the way your mouth tastes, the way your skin smells the way you talk to me like I'm your child the way you lie the way you call your self puck nut your stupid and ugly and you stink and i love so much that i hate you
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