Thursday, November 09, 2006
I'm not okay(I promise)
I just wish I could freakin die. How much do you think a fifteen year old can take? Blow after blow. First from my mum, then my dad, now THAT BITCH. Blaming me for things I have absolutely no control over. Bitch will you just fucking SHUT UP for once and LET ME TALK!
God, if you're trying to tell me something, I get the bloody hint already! Do you have to be so harsh? Maybe you didn't notice the
BEYOND REDEMPTION sign I hung out the window. In times like these, when it is YOU I turn to... you do this. [
Jesus, you're all this heart is livin for] I mean it. If only thoughts were tangible. They'll be so much easier to sort out and clear.
Do you have to keep telling me I'm useless, that you wish I was not your daughter and worst, that I have absolutely NO TALENT. That crushed me. I'm taking longer to get back up on my feet after each blow. How much longer?{
when they knock you down and out, that's where you oughta stay~ MCR}
9:54 PM
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all...
