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FEAT.
vintage princess
victoria
veekee'vicky
zerotwo
sexy seventeen
city harvest
heard of my prettyface
IN-SEARCH
Saturday, December 30
1:27 AM
; retardedly inferior
let's just say..
when youu got th person back,
youure just too scared t lose
him/her again that youu start
t feel god-damn insecure nd everything
over every little action done,
seen, spoke, wrote, or undone.
yeah, maybe every single actions
counts. after all, actions speak
louder than words.
&th tables have turned alr,
same situation, different experience.
i need a personal diet consultant.
train me nd my big mouth.
i need t get into good shape.
maybe then, i'll feel better.
[edited]
i feel like a nobody.
i wished i killed myself before.
th old veekee sucked like shitaye.
why did youu ever had t be like me..
i feel so horrible.
ever since i started t change for youu,
i hated myself like crazyayee.
¬hing's gonna change that..
it sums down t me.
i've only myself t blame.
thats why i hate myself..
ARGHHHHHH. fish-holes for all !%#&*%~
p.s. sometimes i wonder if any of this
hurt youu at all.. nd do youu even
wonder what im thinking about..
nd what im doing. >:/
i need painkillers again.
&t add on, no more food.
food = love.
[/edited]
