And I don’t know how to stop.
I’m hurting, and I don’t know how to stop.
No one to talk to who would understand or not back-stab me.
Always so loyal I remain.
Bitch dog that I am.
Kick me, a bitch I remain.
But I can change.
People change.
No one likes change.
But I can change.
And learn to stop.
I find it hilarious that people can call you names, but cannot bring you down with logic or actual facts; that they have to resort to name calling is a clear indicator that they don’t have shit. It is only hilarious to me because they actually think they have made a jab at you; they actually think it means something. But yet if you ask for back-up, there is none to be found; yet they want every evidence you have against them if you say anything against them. It’s hilarious to me that this is humanity.
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I wanted to die. Like really. The kind where if you had a gun, you would be dead. I used to think I had overcome that feeling. The true feeling I mean. I’d like to think everyone must wish they were dead at some point in their life…it’d make me feel a whole lot better if they thought about it at least once a week…
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