I sit at home and type all day Just to get a reaction from people I never met My poems are flimsy, shoddy work And I cant spel too saive my lif. I make fun of those who are depressed and suicidal, but the truth is, I sit at home, Fat, Ugly, Alone. I make fun of what I don't understand because it makes me feel in control. People scream at me on the comments page and I like it. I get off on it, and I like it. So, yell, scream, just comment, PLEASE. Give me attention - it's what I desperately need. That, and speling lesonz.Birth sign: Virgo
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