Tits and errors.

I like to drown my problems in tequila and I love to complain but I was thinking that I'm the only one who can do this. I'm the only one who can be who I want to be. And all the bastards and bitches in my life are just one small aspect of the tears that I cry. The absence of my heart is not what I call worrying. It is a step ahead of those who think I'm stupid, those that keep pointing me out my mistakes. I nod yes, but boy do I got them fooled. 'Cause my bubbly pink brains know better, in Retard Ville we know best.

We know and feel that you're not a friend, we know and feel what your true thoughts are. I leave you hopping to let you take away everything that was mine, but you'll never be who I am. From this day (well actually the day before yesterday), I will quietly fight against those who show their boobs to get ahead of me.

I'm alone, and I stand where I stand, I'm happy and I don't need them to get where I will be. I know there is a lot of myself to explore, and from now on I will dance like the best, I won't colour like any other would and I'll bleed as a heroine. Hey bitches and dickheads, just remember ...

BABY WILL GET WHAT SHE WANTS, 'CAUSE SHE DON'T MIND SLICING SOME THROATS ♥

With love,

Retard

occasionally it's stronger than myself

How I feel is like a blank page in the life of a masochist, my insatiable thirst for pain ( or so it seems ).

My body is disgusting, my face is not worth looking at. This is the ugly truth of how he makes me feel, I don't feel good enough for anybody anymore. For him it's over, he doesn't give shits about my pain, he just keeps strummin' his guitar, travellin' from town to town. Probably sleepin' with girls all around ..

In the meanwhile I'm just laying on my cold and dirty floor, giving up on all my dreams. It just seems unreal to me that they keep making me swallow all of this shit.

Bobbin why do you make me cry ?