August 11, 2010 § 1 Comment
Hey, you’re familiar….All the posters and pencil stabs.
My life is a pain in the ass because I’m being a bitch about it.
Blah, blah, blah. Whine, whine, whine. Complaining is all I do.
Like I’d listen to whatever you have to say.
You can’t even embrace me even if you wanted to.
Why am I even talking to you?
How pathetic I must be to seek comfort from my bedroom wall.