You make me want to cry I hate you so much.
C’mon, grunt, you fucking asshole. Show us all how very manly you are.
(I hope I stop playa hating, someday.)
To melodramaticize a quote: I don’t have to go home, but I can’t stay here.
Anger: I hope someday he feels how much I could cry, do you know what I mean?
Me: I wish I weren’t so spiteful. I need to stop.
Can you pray for me tonight? That I can stop.
I don’t really want him to know that it’s me who would cry.
I don’t want him to know someone would cry. Anyone.
I want him to be alone. I want him to cry. That’s wrong.
I don’t mean that, it was just a good turn-around.
I want this place to smile. I want to love everyone I can.
I want to never be annoyed. I want to not hold this against anyone.
You suck Mike. You hurt too many.
But so do I. I’m just on the could cry side. Or I was. That was then. This is.
(I need to stop caring. Now.)
Bye.
whatever. you love mike.
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