You knowI used to live in a reality.Where things were happy and care-free.Heh...now they berate me and they hate me.Because of what happened to me.It was all so happy, I was blonde and free.then..i don't remember....but some bad things happened to me....people hate me and destroy me....just because of how I am....but why dont' they realize....I am this way by their hands?...I've been pushed into a corner,i've been caged where i cannot escape.All I have to protect me are a rope,and a rusted plate.What am I to do, but to let myself die?No one cares for me, no one listens to me.No one will defend me or let me defend myself...so why am i still clinging..?....why do i want you so bad..?...you never wanted me......you never loved me.....you yelled at me and hurt me....you even left me........and yet......those are only small things.......youe xpect me to remember who....what...and why I am how I am....you say...I'm..no fun anymore.....and that hurts really hard.....you say i'm not the same anymore......I know I have changed.....but I can't remember when or how....all I know is that......I've been left alone......and people yell at me when I mess up.....people hate me....and they hurt me on purpose when I finally get a chance to try and let some of it out......everyone hates it when ~I~ vent out......yet...it is okay for everyone else to journal how they feel and such......but I get told to stop whining....I get told to stop being stupid.....I get told I should just die......well..I'm prepared to do just that..No one would care, and no one would lift their hand.After all, nothing will change, with a horror like me,Gone from this land.
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2 Comments:
Drake would care and you know it.
No. He cares more about the others than me. His blog can prove that.
He's just a fat, horny, JERK.
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