Obviously you're not my friend if you're leaing gay ass messages in my journal, so why the fuck would you waste your time reading about my life?
I'm done with this journal shit. This was for me to write down whats going on in my life, not for gay ass losers to post stupid comments in. So I'm done.
I know what it's like when memories make you wince And love letters read like obituaries And photo albums are the books of the dead I need no reminders, no more reminders I'll forget the past and lay it to rest