Tired

If you have a problem with who I am, please nicely write it down and shove it up your ass.

Not even joking, my sociology teacher told us he would give us extra credit if we took the pig heart from the dissection in anatomy. So naturally we asked why and get this…he puts the pig hearts in a jars with vinegar and sends it through mail to a friend he hasn’t heard from in a while.

My parents still haven’t said sorry for making me ugly.

How awesome would it be if we all kept our umbilical cord and were able to plug them in a wall to charge us??

Breathing becomes a chore, Life becomes so mean, It’s when you can’t do it anymore, Youve become undone at the seems, Smiles become fake, A laugh is its own joke, Not much more you can take, Any words can provoke.

I grabbed the bottle from my friend, She warned me of the sting, I took the longest sip I can recall, Anything so I could’ve felt something, She offered my a chaser next, Instead I took another long swig, My vision was going blurry now, I felt nothing, I felt everything, How awful it is, to love so much, To the point I can destroy you, They always warned of this, But I was dumb and thought I knew, Another big sip, right from the bottle, Everyone was laughing but me, They were singing and dancing, I was hoping this would kill me, Another huge gulp, one more, Two more, 8, passed my lips, I felt myself start to go limp, As the bottle fell from my fingertips, I lay the motionless on the ground, By the time the cops arrived on the scene, My heart beat was long gone, I lay lifeless on the street, You may think this selfish of me, You have the right to see how you do, But its hard to live and love someone, Whose love was only pretend toward you.

i love suffering with a nice soundtrack