Welcome to loserville. Population: me

When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls

One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged

I'm so sick of my heart leading me places where there can be no a happy ending

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars

You can't kill me.. I'm already dead

I live a life of misery and hate, I dream of being loved and safe

I walk through fire, I walk through waves, darkness is overwhelming with hate and pain

Roll roll roll ur joint, gently down the line, take a toke, inhale dat smoke, and blow ur friggin mind

If you can read this, I didn't hit you hard enough.

An unfortunate person is one tries to fart but shits instead