10.30
It's not like I don't have anything to say.
I've got everything to say, but I won't let anything out.
Being bitter solves nothing sweetheart, and that goes for both of us.
I need to write. I swear, if I don't shit out something beautiful this weekend, I'm considering a career change.
I've said this once, I'll say it again; You will see me through several perspectives. I assure you, mine is the most accurate.
I'm going to explode. Textbooks, historical events, pizzas, blood and music is just going to come pouring out of my brain. I can't do this anymore. I wake up wishing it was still yesterday, because I hate wasting another day like this. This isn't a new feeling for me. I'm not mistaken. You have no idea what I feel.
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Comments
Don't be an idiot.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Say this to my face, maybe I'd take you more seriously.
Also, what are you even talking about?
"She shouldn't be bitter and needs to get over it."
That's not written anywhere in this entry,
it's a song lyric.
Get over yourself.
Don't tell me how things are going to work out for me, the only person who can do that is me.