From a phone.
Fuck my writing fuck
My music i am actually asking
Cunts if they want to play with me
Its all fucked fuck me fuck all fuck
Life and goddamn All that is its
A piss poor race to a shit end
Not a friend but one that has pity
Fuck this city fuck sleater kinney
Fuck the cuties that dont look back at me
Fuck this blog fuck me fuck all that i dreamed
To be fuck the man i cant be and the death
Fuck life fuck jobs fuck fake friends i want to
Start over be the to laugh at weak cries that come
From me now everyone is a cunt fake caring nothing
Of now that only speaks their shit cause it is a mirror
For everyone to look good in fuck fuck fuck i cant seem to get luck in doing shame becauase im a good lay but ill cry when you dont stay in the morning though im really just a fakevi only wanted last taken picture to put in my bank the view from behind of fucking you straight through lunch see a sick fuck just your luck.
Im a miserable lonely no good piece of fucking shit
I wish i wasnt such a pussy and could just blow my head off. Regardless im not going to be around much longer. Something
Break down. Fight. Jail. You pick. Quit it all. Im a piece of shit. What happened to me? Fuck me. Goddammit. Fuck me.