Je me déteste.
A space where I can store the present, and reminisce the past in the future.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Bastards
Ungrateful bastard.
Me or you.
I would never want to hear a word from you, and.
I would never want to speak a word to you, again.
Sick bastard.
Get the fuck out of my life.
Why are words so frustrating?
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