Jessicat

Wye Oak
2011-12-28 00:49:05 (UTC)

Kwait,

If he's a sad guy who likes to make people happy, and she's a sad girl who loves to make people happy, then WHAT THE FUCKING FUCKITTY FUCKF UCK FUCK AM I? SERIOUSLY.

A fucking psychopath who fuckign risks her own emotional stablenesswhateverness just so someone can grin? Doesn't even seem like enough.

I'll fucking die, for an ant.

Excuse my language, also. And pardon my grammatical errors, but I'm just upset. Not an ittle, or a bittle, a fucking truck load. You know that big spaceship full of fat people on Wall-E? That load. I want to cry, but I'm not going to let myself do so... Whatever happens happens, right? Right.

It's not that I'm wanting him for myself or anything, hell, I encourage him to chase after his dreams, I help him love Mary, trust her, be with her. I want them to be together. I've done this with practically every girl he has liked. HE DESERVES HER. She's pretty, flawless... I don't fucking care that he said I'm one of the prettiest people he knows. Mary is flawless. He deserves her, she deserves him. Let it be, let it go... can't, oops!
Really.


I wanna be your genie again...




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