Feb 28th, 2008 6:15:24 pm - Subscribe

Take the time, Take the time to move it out...

What a fucktard misery induced hate shit day.
And you know what. All you english majors can fuck Right off... I know that isn't a proper sentence.

How's that.

How can life fuck you over so hardcore, so inevitably and so cruelly....
When you've turned your leaf and attempted to please?

Fuck.

Call it Karma, call it fate, I call it fucked up.
I don't know what I want.
I know what I don't want, and yet....
They aren't the same at all are they?


Make this existence worth something. Anything. Anything at all.
Give me a purpose, and an aptitude.

A skill.
A love.
A desire to keep on.
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