you owe me so bad.

sometimes i want to cheat but i don’t. i want to quit but i won't cause i made this bed. give me a shovel you'll be amazed at how fast i dig a grave. baby just lay in it.

dear nameless(es) and faceless(es),

you motherfucker(s) will not dick me over (again). good luck fucking girls in different states. all of you: past, present and future. does your conscious keep you up at night? well it should. i'm only a girl of flesh and bone and youre no fucking saint(s) anyway. stop looking down on me like i'm just another slut, the kind you'd pass on the street and think about fucking because her skirt is short and her band tshirt(a band she knows nothing about) is cut up in some trendy style. she'll suck your blood and all i want is some fucking honesty once in awhile. you (all) think you're something you're not. your acoustic guitar, and wanna be folk songs. your attitude and non-interest. your plethora of money and lack of intellegence. i guess the question is where did I go wrong through out all of this? i'm not a liar and i'm not faking how i feel. i loved (you) and you moved on. i wanted (you) but you choose dramatics whenever i need you the most. and (you) were never my friend to begin with, were you? i'm sick of texting, i'm sick of messaging. i am ready to rip each one of you apart in person. i'm not afraid of you, afraid exploiting every motherfucker i know at this point. for example, did you know your friend used to call me when he was fucked up? oh dont even get me started. destroying your reputation... but what is it anyway? dead end job? no job at all? leaving when we're in the middle of something? i don't know, you guys are welcome to tell me. just come out and prove to me that you're all the same. dare you.

sweetie, don't be mad cause i play my games better than yours.