You lie, and I will make sure a part of you dies.

I hope it was worth it. The lying. Over nicotine. Now he won't have to lie because he won't have to "make me happy".

Make me look like a fool. And lie. To my face. That is when it is over. Especially when it has happened before, and that is when promises were made.

No problems for me.

What a fucking waste of a day off.

My room smells terrible, almost like burning, and I dropped $65 in one shot, and have no new shoes to show for it.

I found a BMW. In price range, and from 2003 ( Read more... )

Tattoo is finished.
Negative $155. and $10 from dinner.

Tat tomarrow.
Negative $150 tomarrow.
Sleep tonight.
Sandwich at noon.
Possible hair this weekend.
Possible ear this weekend as well.

I am doing a PowerPoint about individualism in today, the 60s, and 70s. And I plan to include drugs.

AND HE IS PROBABLY GOING TO SELL IT BECAUSE OF ITS DAMN DIAMONDS.

I do not need this family anymore.
They can't be civil at a funeral, or the dinner following, but they are fine at taking.

I don't have fun with him anymore.

I am home. Not in his bed.
Because he said he rather me go home tonight.
He wanted to play WOW.

And I would rather have someone who cares.

Do not call my phone to talk to someone else.
I will hang up on you.
Do not leave a message or call back.
Do not call me a fucking bitch afterwards.
Because I remember when you hung up on me. In an emergency.

Your favors are done.
I can't fake being nice to you anymore.
Because I don't like trash.