My feelings? Oh don't you worry about those. No one else does.
Fucking schmuck. You watch me fall, broke me apart, laugh at me when I'm standing up for myself, believed the liars, tear me down, rejections, tears. Why? Because if I'm a boy, i'd rather believe the pretty thin girl who lies than that ugly fat girl who's telling the truth. If i were a boy, i'd rather be friends with the pretty thin girl who's famous than the ugly fat girl who plays the guitar for someone she used to love. Because if I were a boy, i'd start being a bitch and move on as fast as harry potter can fucking fly with a god damn broom.
Damn i don't give a flying fuck if you bitches see this post. My blog, my say. I have feelings and yes I am bloody affected because I'm a girl with feelings. I'm sensitive and I'm jealous and I'm just a fucking teenage girl who cries when she misses someone who meant the god damn world to her but hates her now. Yes, she cries when necessary. The only tight slap I can give you is a smile. Watch me live my life happily without you faggots.
hugs and all the kisses from the girl who cried wolf. Isn't she the biggest liar here? :*
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