Thursday, April 22, 2010

Each Night I Pray To God He'd Let Her Rest

This house is a fucking shrine.

Get her out of here. We've been through it all. Well... for the most part.
Should I feel guilty? It's creeping it's way up. I wasn't there.

She wasn't either. Whore. You're not worth shit. You never will be. I'm glad we went our separate ways, because when I have a good life going for me, you're gonna be knocking on my door asking to live in my basement. Suck my dick. You have experience. Partywhore.

wasting hours wasted.

Fuck ups. Absolute fuck ups.
Burn in hell. I mean that.

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