i hate life.
i hate myself.
i hate myself for letting myself fall into such threshole
i hate myself for liking her,theres no need for love in the first place.
i can do fine alone,and so whats with all booshit?
all the hooha? all the fcuking tears?
now that shes gone,i find myself losing everything.
thats a cycle aint it?
you like,love and hate someone?
i can stand alone.
im better off alone.
shes gone.
ive got nothing to lose.
so many people after me. why worry? fcuk it. that's not the fcuking point.
the point is,i like her,rather i did loved her.
the cig burnt's pain aint as horrible as the pain she inflicted on me.
fine,she didnt like someone,she didnt play with me
she just decided to leave,because.
retail therapy didnt quite help.
7tops,a pair of converse, and im still feeling empty.
fcuk life.
