| Friday, May 14, 2004 |
| You Make Me Sick |
| I don't like looking at you. I don't like hearing about you. It jitters me to hear your voice over the phone I feel like shouting so that you shut the hell up and stop asking me things. You are always in my way I feel like quitting. I already did. You make me sick. I don't want to see your face. Can I change school? I want to go back to MMU. I want a friend whom I can talk to about this. I want a friend to cheer me up. But I can't seem to find one here. Everywhere I go I see you, I hear things about you. It made me sick. It made me sick. Please get the hell out of my life. |
| posted by efarina @ 12:58 AM |
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