December 2009
November 2009
I've had bad dreams too many times,
To think that they don’t mean much anymore.
God give me strength.
Because I really don’t feel like splittin’ this fat whore’s lip.
I’m hip,
I’m with it,
I’m bad,
who’s bad?
I’m bad.
You know it.
ԼƠƔЄ.
pish posh.
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
I’m tired of it.
This is how I was made.
I tried those damn things for a year,
and guess what?
I became a happy little princess.
I smiled everyday,
I made good grades,
I went out with friends.
And then, one day I asked myself who the hell this girl was.
I snuck off those pills.
I found myself again.
Everyone always tells you to be happy.
Everyone tells you to be on meds, so you...
