Those words at best were worse than teenage poetry Fragment ideas, and too many pronouns, Stop it, come on You’re not making sense now You can't make them want you They're all just laughing ...........
Hold your, hold your breath Because you'll only make things worse
My phone is broken...but i dont care and i dont need it its gonna get disconnected in dec anyway might as well get used to it...life....is ....a ....bitch