Well Dylan was just another guy proving my point that all men are insensitive assholes who need to die. Yup, I said it. I ******** hate guys. All they ever do is hurt you and leave you there on the ground, crying, bleeding, to suffer. And don't you dare try to tell me that one guy will be different, cuz they can promise you the world and then take it away. (Keeping your happiness with them) And they'll say that they didn't ever want to hurt you but it happens in the process and regret (being a pointless emotion) does nothing to heal your aching heart. Then they say that they'll change and never do. So every time you go crawling back, tail between your legs, looking up at them with sad eyes and just thinking "He's gunna change, it won't be like last time." Well, you're wrong. Stop degrating yourself, girls. Stop letting those idiots push you around. And now I think I'm referring to myself more than anything.
My dad did something again, (I don't have time to go into details) but now I'm terrified of what he's gunna do to me next time I see him. Which is Tuesday cuz I don't have anywhere else I can go. And it's gunna be another one of those days where I'm gunna go home happy and excited (becuase of the concert that day) and he's just gunna push all the happiness outta me like a deflated balloon. That's how it always it; how it's always gunna be.
So if anything, I'm one of those girls who keeps going back, tail tucked under her, hoping- PRAYING- that just this once; just one time, it'll be different. What joy do they get out of watching me cry? Does it make them feel better when I shake from fear? Or do they just like to see the pupils in my eyes shrink down just like my confidence whenever they're around. Whatever the reason, I hate men. All men. I don't care what you say either; it's never gunna change my mind.
Oh and by the way Dylan (and I don't care if you get mad at me for this Lindsay, I'm sorry) YOU'RE A ******** a*****e, I KNEW YOU WERE LYING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE EVEN WORSE THAN ******** COLBY. YOU BROKE LINDSAY'S HEART BUT YOU ARE SO ******** LUCKY I CAN'T BREAK IN YOUR FACE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BADLY I'D LIKE TO FEEL SOME OF YOUR BONES BREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF MY FIST. STOP SCREWING WITH HER EMOTIONS AND JUST LEAVE HER THE ******** ALONE.
My dad did something again, (I don't have time to go into details) but now I'm terrified of what he's gunna do to me next time I see him. Which is Tuesday cuz I don't have anywhere else I can go. And it's gunna be another one of those days where I'm gunna go home happy and excited (becuase of the concert that day) and he's just gunna push all the happiness outta me like a deflated balloon. That's how it always it; how it's always gunna be.
So if anything, I'm one of those girls who keeps going back, tail tucked under her, hoping- PRAYING- that just this once; just one time, it'll be different. What joy do they get out of watching me cry? Does it make them feel better when I shake from fear? Or do they just like to see the pupils in my eyes shrink down just like my confidence whenever they're around. Whatever the reason, I hate men. All men. I don't care what you say either; it's never gunna change my mind.
Oh and by the way Dylan (and I don't care if you get mad at me for this Lindsay, I'm sorry) YOU'RE A ******** a*****e, I KNEW YOU WERE LYING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE EVEN WORSE THAN ******** COLBY. YOU BROKE LINDSAY'S HEART BUT YOU ARE SO ******** LUCKY I CAN'T BREAK IN YOUR FACE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BADLY I'D LIKE TO FEEL SOME OF YOUR BONES BREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF MY FIST. STOP SCREWING WITH HER EMOTIONS AND JUST LEAVE HER THE ******** ALONE.
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