Love that song. But it's hit a new meaning. Imma bout to beat the hell out of my friends. I hate it. Here's what they always tell me. Seperated by periods. Numbered by the person. Uhm...I'll write solutions after, seperated by periods to match bwhat they say.
1-Yeah, I hate myself. I can't even kill myself right. I had to throw my scissors. I'm sorry. I've been having wrong dreams about you.
~I hate myself too but I don't fucking cry about it. YEah, neither can I; I've tried several times. I gave up on fighting it, I don't give a fuck anymore, it IS my body. I don't fucking care. TMI, but ok, I could really care less.
2-Hailee this! Hailee that! Bert, omg! Work on ur grades. Oh my god, I can't be wrong! You've been doing all the work, I need to do something too. Your emotions are all in your mind.
~IF YOU FUCKING LOVE HER SO MUCH GO OUT WITH HER, I'M FUCKING TIRED OF LISTENING TO HOW MUCH BETTER SHE IS THEN ME. Look, I know you saw that concert with her, but SHUT THE FUCK UP, I don't care! I doubt I'm gonna live past junior year so go fuck yourself, I don't care about my grades. Yeah, you're wrong about so many fucking things I really don't care. And you call me lazy; you don't even fucking try and shoot me down when I try to make you happy. You try living as me, then we'll see if emotions are just in your head.
3-You should look at this from her side of things.
~Right, 'cause her side is the ONLY MOTHER FUCKING SIDE.
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So yeah, fuck the world and everyone in it. I've wasted enough time walking through it listening to everyone elses fucking bullshit and I'm done with it.
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