Its impossible

by ASHLEE

4 years of going through hell. for what? sitting in the chairs waiting for your name to be called i don't want to be there. i remember the memories some good and some bad, but mostly bad I'm sick of this. it wasn't worth it i wish i hadn't gone. seeing the people who put me through hell. i hate you all and i hate this whole thing

Submission date : 2009-07-16

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