Even when I thinks I'm on the right track, I still get screwed, yelled at, told how to treat people. I'm a damn good person, a kind hearted individual. I'm not... I have no clue what to feel. Revenge did me good, but I promised God. Fuck me.
Bizarre and strange bunch of useless babble that will allow you to live in my brain for as long as you'd like to stay. It's all about the feelings baby! (Not liable if you leave this blog needing to be committed into your local psychiatric hospital!)
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