- Why the fuck not.
- Nobody would care.
- God, I didn't even know. How could I not KNOW?!
- I wonder if I could use one of his pocket knives......
- How the fuck does one tie a noose?
- Why doesn't she see it? How perfect she is? What was done/ said to her?
- How the fuck was I so unaware of all their shit?
- They all care so much, I drop all my shit on them, and I never even listen.
- I don't deserve it.
- Why am I even here.
- Fuck it. No noose. Gun?
- isn't that ironic?
I just realized something. I could be texting or chatting with any damn one of my friends, crying my eyes out and breaking down, and nobody would have a fucking clue. And that's scary. I realized this as the tears stream down my face while I listen to my music and message my friend with out usual ritual of just saying each others' names for a while.
- why am I even crying?
- What if......?
- "ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife"
- ^ a little too ironic for my tastes.
- why didn't I just fucking listen?
- wow. The whole "try to hold back a smile" thing didn't last long.
- It figures.
- "My legs are dangling off the edge" Sounds nice.
- God, I probably shouldn't listen to this song.
- Why the fuck did I even download "Bullet." Fuck you, Hollywood Undead.
- God, she's just a room away, and has no clue.
