drama mama.

I'm done!
my hands are as clean as it can get.
free from germs and all bacteria that might get to it.

i'm over.
or rather its over.

enough is enough!

enough of getting hurt.
enough of being hurt.
enough of feeling like a shit.

why must i slit of my throat...
cut off my fingers...
chew of my brains...
suck all my blood...
bleed till i die...
and
end up screaming someone elses name
end up painting someone elses potrait with my blood of despair
and lose my whole self for that blooody someone who
think nothing shit about me.


that absurd!

Stop thinking too much BITCH!


hatechu for making feeling like shit!