10/18/2010

Fuck, I'm tired of this bullshit.

You caused all of this shit in my head,
and now i want you to fix it.
You fiend, you dirty swine, shit on the bottom of my shoe.

Impatient. Brutal. Coarse. Thug. Morose. Vulture.
SWINE.SWINE.SWINE

If i called you and said this to your face, you'd laugh.
Then you'd ask how my day was.
We'd brew some tea, and eat fucking crumpets.

I still can't change this behavior.
I've become a product of my own self-loathing.
And then perfected it through your insane arguments.
and now when i want to be someone else, i can't
I want to kill this feeling and make it die.

will you help me?