hello

Deceit. yeah. i think maybe perhaps all about you is that. Huge bowls of it you down down everytime. i aint gonna take that shit from you anymore. do whatever you want. it's starting to disgust me real bad. looking lyk a clown in church. boxers showing, eyeliner thick and "dripping". call me kill me. you're fucking your life upside down. you are totally not that image i saw at that concert. thats picture i thought full of past screwups that healed. but not anymore can i use my mind to imagine you as colourful as that. I know what you put up on that site, it's directed at me. If i had an intention to get back(not that i have) seeing you lyk this makes all intention of going back regrettable. I cant even reminisce the better times.

yeah maybe its really true. being a failure in the primary inevitably makes you one in the secondary.