You say your real, you think you're. That must be one dusty ass mirror, or has all the cocks gone to your head? Last I thought we were cool, now your going on about how I'm a overly emotional bitch. That I cried when you said you didn't care, like you even told me in the first place. I'm paranoid because of you, I hate being around you. I don't sleep well at night because you haunt my waking hours. I would gladdly trade my life with someone else's because your that fake. You go on about how you don't lie, how your the baddest bitch to walk the earth. News flash, you can't be the baddest bitch with your weak ass insults. Come back when you got something original, cause all I see right now is plastic parts. Dressing up like you some rock band groupie, when you don't even know the song names you listen to. Only one thing can crawl under my skin, and you manage it everyday. Congrats, you lost your only true friend.
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Happy and Derranged
RandomI'm going to be writing a series of stories, hopefully all pretty short. They will show my frustration with life and the people around me. They'll also show what interests me.
