so you want to kill yourself do it on your own time through consistancy and my own help that will soon be done are you too fucking gutless to go through this life are you still sniveling cause you got your ass kicked way back in third grade yes doc life isn't fair so i want to end it all thugh mao and stalin had it much worse than you through constant wusses and sissies your train is leaving thee you think i wear a dress the difference tween you and me you wear the pants and if this morning comes AND YOU SEE THAT YOU DIDN'T WIN YOU THINK OF LYING THEN and so goes the devastating blow to the kidneys that you so richly deserve for being an illiterate, gay-hating, goofy, not-knowing-what-you-are-talking-about, fiona apple wannabe, suicidal-because-my-boyfriend-likes-it, not-real-for-tv-banshee. and that is an understatement.
Reason for writing:
i don't need to say anymore.
but i will.
Birth sign: Aries
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