| and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be?
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| if you ever have a chance to not get sprayed with pepper spray, i strongly suggest you take it.
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| god is a joke and a third of the world has been fooled.
who wants to help me mutilate and set fire to an ASA shirt?
(benjamin that is directed at you)
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| sometimes i wonder if it's all worth it. the last week has made me wanna just say fuck it all and walk away, but i can't, and i don't know why. something's keeping me here even though i have a feeling its just going to fuck me in the end. so much shit has happened.. and i don't know why i deal with it when it hurts so bad. trusts have been broken that i don't if they can ever be repaired- well, not anytime soon anyway, and until life is going to be hell for the people involved, because well, i can't believe a word someone says. sometimes i really miss sophomore year/early junior year, when i was single and could basically do whatever i wanted.. sure, it got lonely sometimes, but there was a lot less hurt involved. i really don't get why people don't understand a simple concept. if you tell me the truth, yes i will be unhappy about it, but more than likely i'll be able to deal with it and get over it. but when you lie about it, you not only destroy trust, but im also mad that you tried to cover something up. and then some people take it further and blatantly lie after i've given them a chance to come clean. i don't get it. why? why are people so fucking selfish? why are people so fucking scared? if you did something wrong, own up to it- no matter how bad it is. it's everywhere now. i feel like it's everywhere i look, everywhere i see, everything i talk to. i'm never going to escape it. and i'm going to end up driving myself crazy over it- and probably end up doing something i regret.. but sometimes i think it might be worth it.
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| Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades..... |
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