You never do what I tell you to, never do what I say.
She makes me feel like cancer's contagious, and she has it. Like cancer will pull to me like a magnet to a fridge. Like I need to not be around her. Like I need to not be around anything to do with her. She makes me feel like I'm cancer.
He makes me feel like I'm a painting.
She makes me feel like I need a therapist, and whoop-there she is.
She makes me realize that even someone who knows can't help me. She makes me feel like now's not the time; her time will be my time.
He makes me feel important, only to allow me to feel like I'm less than nothing. He loves me, but He doesn't have the time to keep Himself in my thoughts and heart all the time. Neither do I, apparently.
I don't want to kill myself, like I said before. I just would really appreciate being able to take out my batteries, and chill in a coma for a while.
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About Me
- Betty Spaghetti
- GAMEPLAN: Travel. Experience danger. Love everyone; mostly you. Have a good day. Write a book or two. Kill self at the end of the day.
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