I’ve been staring at this for so long. You really had to leave?!
So many fucking questions on my mind. Why can’t you just see that it’s you and me and no one else. You know it. Deep down inside you know it. I’m sorry I lied and fucked it up, it hurts, 3 months inside and I think it’s a fair deal if punishments for me already.
Just forgive me now.
Please just take me back cause it’s all I friggin have left. I’m just me and il trying to hold myself with all that hope that’s left inside. All that WAS left of course.
Best question of the night: do you think we could be best friends?!
Why friends when we were the best couple. When you walked in the shoes of Mrs Samuel and you know only you could wear them. You found them and you stole them now you’re throwing it back at my face.
Argh~ just fuck. Fuck my life right?!
Fuck the person for telling you the stories. Fuck the lies right?! Fuck me right?! Fuck everything. Awesome Sam, you’re a well known fucker now.
This isn’t gonna work and I can’t do this anymore. I simply can’t. I just can’t. No one expected this from me but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m not that strong, unlike you can with all the other guys, I can’t.
Nothing matters now, my bad thoughts are filling up. The usual mental discrimination of the social being of you. Just fuck me right?!
Best picture of us, you look so sexy and shit you’re fat now. Plum that’s the word. Plum, puffy cheeks and the tomato in your nose sure grew. And your make up isn’t sexy-ish and your speech is very much altered to your social environment and the young boy?! You could be jailed for that. He’s a minor. I don’t know. Fuck this. Fuck this.
I thought dinner was the best thing ever but I tired. I was enjoying. I’m hungry and I really don’t know why.
Just disappear Sam. Looks like the 14th of June is coming up at a right time after all. Dead and gone.