| 2*5*04 ~ written for all the peeps at Excel Academy | |||
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| i hate this place this lock up why am i here? because i cut myself! yet it's not really that bad is it? maybe it is everyone here is psycho if i'm not crazy now then wait until i leave it's already my second day and i feel out of place i want out i want to be normal self-mutilation depression conflict with mom that's why i'm here i swear i'll be good if you just let me out get me out! i'm not crazy! i'm going out of my mind you outsiders all you do is stare and judge i'm sure you're so very fucking normal what exactly is the meaning of that word? is being abnormal normal? is being normal abnormal? all of you are fake you act like you care but you don't we're your job we're your paycheck that's about as deep as it goes you nod your head as i speak don't act like you understand you couldn't even BEGIN to feel the pain i feel! sure there's others here like me but once again i shall isolate myself from fake people you are all weak weak little boys and girls that whine about your pathetic, childlike problems how sad for you! boo hoo! i will cut myself off from all of you ha! interesting choice of words cut! i don't connect with you people fucking psychos! |
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