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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hey People..
Firstly I Super Love Alison's American Idol Performance..
And I Super Agree That She Performed Greatly..

Okay Like..
Life Is Like Shit..
Never Before Has Anyone Said That I Am Good..
It Has Always Been..
You Incompetant Mut..
You Are Freaking Fat..
Cant You Do Anything Right?
Whats Your Bluddy Problem?

Everytime I Hear This..
I Feel Hurt But I Just Bottle It Up..
But At A Certain Point..
The Bottle Just Fills To The Brim..
And The Bottle Just Refuses To Smash..

I Wanna Cry..
I Wanna Scream..

But I Admit..
I Dont Have The Balls To Retaliate..
Whenever People Tell Me Things Like That..
I Try To Take It In Good Spirit..
But My Soul Within Rips Into A Million Pieces..

I Need Somebody..
I Need Someone..

I Need Help To Smash The Bottle..
Tears Roll Out Of My Eyes..
I Feel Vulnerable..
I Feel Like Crap..

I Need Rahul To Come Back..
Rahul..xoxo

소원을 말해봐 ♥
12:33 PM