All good things come to an end.
But it ends in a bad way.
WHY.

shit life.
never f**king gna touch coffee again.

whatever i do, no matter how much it took.you were always the right one no matter what.and im the wrong.you're better.mr. nice guy.ima piece of shit.im beginning to ponder again, if i was the right one for you. well , maybe im not. you prolly find another , better one. who'd fit in the crowd. instead of one that hide within the crowd like a fucking coward. yep, that's me .


nothing good to blabber.
bye.

wish you'd understand how i felt.
really wish you would.
so hating myself.


ima forsaken piece of shit,
someone shoot me.