Pages

Sunday, 3 July 2016

.

I can't let go. I'm looking at my fucking bio textbook with a cap, but thinking bout 'I call shotgun'.
why don't you call yourself his wife then. Do I look like I mind. Do you think you can read my face?

It's done. Whatever ships, it's becoming shits.

I honesty hate my life. How awesome seeing everyone getting the best treatment from the guy, but myself being treated like a piece of shit. FOR WHAT? For wanting to take a break from spm? What shit. Can anyone believe the reason we broke up? Ask yourself. What fuck were you doing. Responsible? Look at yourself. Fuck you.


Well THANKS  for  letting me see you clearly, how shitty your heart is like. Thanks for ending the torture as soon as possible, well I wasted nine months of your life, but you waste a year and a half of mine just because I THOUGHT you weren't a piece of shit. 

No comments:

Post a Comment