September 2011
12 posts
August 2011
19 posts
i miss u too T_T
Professor Mike
You and that pair of fucking pigeons don’t think going anywhere
Fody killed my parents Nothing serious.
All those poor Melons
Whats the point in you asking me if i want to talk about it. When i talk about it you just change the subject. you don’t help me or comfort me in any way. if your gonna ask me to talk about it, then please talk about it with me.
You must fancy my long hair, and the sight of me in knee socks. Be more than appreciative of my childish love. Ruffle my hair a lot, pin me down a lot, fuss and fight and and cheer me up a lot, cheer me on a lot. Scold me a lot, pick me up and carry me around a lot. You must anticipate my art. You…
it bothers me. it bothers me a lot. it bothers me sooooo fucking muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhauehtyeatgayightaiudfhaudhajdhg
it bothers me that maybe somewere somehow u might be still thinking and wishing. like how you dont need her to be there but you can perfectly see it in your mind and transfer onto paper. and i want to burnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. my paranoia is getting to me. i got it out i feel better. dont bring i up. im ok as long as i dont see. as long as i don’t hear. as long as i dont think. and now my mind is blank . don’t bring it up.
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