|Current music:||"Dead In Hollywood"-Murderdolls|
Fucking bastards....yeah do you like that? Huh? Do you all like it when you see me with my shirt off aand see the scars all over my body?? Don't you love it, don't you love to poke and pry like always, sit there and hurt me, I liek it...it makes me feel like a bag of shit!! ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANT??? HUH??? Don't you want that?? yes you do...you fake sypathcizers....none of you really care, you do it for the camera or for the show...none of you can handle laying down you facade and show who you really are....you are the same as me, scared and wimpering in the corner...yeah your life is perfect but what about the bulima? and you you have the talent of a pro bball player, what about the crack you've been snorting in the bathroom?? and you, you with your dreadlocks and pierced lip, you thinking you are such a cool person, when in all reality, you were just trying to make yourself look like such a "rebel"...yes yes.....you are nothing more than the girl that sleeps with the 20-35 year olds to get rides to Cali. Then there is me....the quiet girl in the corner....who screams as she cuts her body repeatedly just to make herself feel better about being the same as them without having to throw up or snort a line to be the person I want to be....well I gotta go...and I hope you all have a nice day....