If Life were a Dream
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
All eyes on me.
Fuck love. I'm tired of trying.
Why can't you read emotions. This definitely isn't going to work, if you can't tell when I'm upset, or if you can and don't do shit. So I'll give you a kittle taste I don't give a fuck about your new car. So fuck off.
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