It's pathetic. It's hypocritical. You're a hypocrite. I cried myself to sleep when I didn't have them. They came to me, and gave me tender loving and care. They pulled me out of a suicidal depression. You don't get what they gave to me. You cannot come to know how they helped. You don't get to judge my idols, hobbies or likes and dislikes. Never have I ever judged your music choice. Never have I ever been a heathen and said something rude about your likes and post a shit Alex Gaskarth quote when it has no fucking realation to you. I have my reasons. Stay the hell out of my life because it's not yours, it's not for your judgement and you don't have to live it. I feel what I feel.
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Poesiaall the deep stuff from my dark, depressed mind. *come ye immortal thoughts from my black soul of desperation. COPYRIGHT © 2017, Keely Miller All Rights Reserved, Penalties to forgers and those who use material written by author without permis...
