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how horrible you are! mirrors crack upon your gaze and split you in two yelling and throwing tantrums, almost begging you to vanish from their reflections, so they can heal again the ugly truth - a part of the festering pile of **** you really are want more? sure you write about how wonderful a brand new day in your life is! -this is happening in an E.R. at 4:00 AM - no subtext last night was the best ever! drums, drugs, toxicity and debauchery -you beat the land lady to within an inch of her life, then ran from the cops for 4 miles, after which you fell down 4 flights of stairs in the park because you couldn’t see the railing properly - no subtext {new update! 158 people followed you} you’re a success. your blog is on fire. next day 281, day after - 590. you post pictures of yourself with women getting ********* and ****** -you didn’t score with either - no subtext you write old quotes that nobody’s heard in ages -said you started a trend and took pride in it - subtext you post made-up chats with ***** women trying to come on to you while you’re playing it cool -it was your pen pal asking you to stop being a fake cause she believes in who you actually are, so you tell her to **** off and block her. - no subtext the one thing you don’t write about is why you are such an ******* in a world full of ******** with nothing better to do than entertain others with a **** load of lies simply for the sake of recognition
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
The things you don't write about
how horrible you are! mirrors crack upon your gaze and split you in two yelling and throwing tantrums, almost begging you to vanish from their reflections, so they can heal again the ugly truth - a part of the festering pile of **** you really are want more? sure you write about how wonderful a brand new day in your life is! -this is happening in an E.R. at 4:00 AM - no subtext last night was the best ever! drums, drugs, toxicity and debauchery -you beat the land lady to within an inch of her life, then ran from the cops for 4 miles, after which you fell down 4 flights of stairs in the park because you couldn’t see the railing properly - no subtext {new update! 158 people followed you} you’re a success. your blog is on fire. next day 281, day after - 590. you post pictures of yourself with women getting ********* and ****** -you didn’t score with either - no subtext you write old quotes that nobody’s heard in ages -said you started a trend and took pride in it - subtext you post made-up chats with ***** women trying to come on to you while you’re playing it cool -it was your pen pal asking you to stop being a fake cause she believes in who you actually are, so you tell her to **** off and block her. - no subtext the one thing you don’t write about is why you are such an ******* in a world full of ******** with nothing better to do than entertain others with a **** load of lies simply for the sake of recognition
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
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