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Monday, October 17, 2005
you don't know what is going through inside of meyou don't understand how i feelwhat hypocrites, shit heads putting on a brave front, a happy face or in other wordsputting on a mask is a daily processi'm tired of it,i'm sick & tired of itwhat do you guys want from me ?treating me like a piece of shittaking me for grantedshit it all ,i don't even wanna care anymorewhatever lies, hurtful words, not caring,i guess to you guys im a piece of woodwho has no feelings-just give me one dayi'll sleep, wake up & hopefully everythingwill be back to normal &i'll be a happy girl againthis crazily sucks;if only i cld forget everything.
♥ 8:26 PM