Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	Wild Thing - Jimi Hendrix

You are everything you claim to dislike, everything you make fun of. Stop trying to set yourself apart from all your other retarded friends. When I look at you, I see the exact same breed as the losers you hang out with.
You're loud & obnoxious, you walk like you're the coolest thing in the world. But really, you have nothing. You have no idea how many people I know would take one look at you and just laugh, right in your face.
Don't take everything I love and make as if you like it too. You're not smart enough to like what I like. Stick to things that's more of your calibre. Cheap things, that is.
Yes, I think I am better than you.
The sight of your face makes me want to shove a finger down my throat and puke my guts all over you.
At least my puke on your face would have served more purpose then you have had your entire life.
I'm just going to let things go. No point wasting my precious time getting angry for nothing.





anyways, my angel bites have finally healed.
Nice or not ? OR NOT ??

New faces, new friends.
Happy Days to come.