Showing posts with label Disgusted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disgusted. Show all posts

Sunday, January 19, 2014

False Salvation

You were supposed to be my salvation. You made it better. You made me realize. I was healed because of you.

And you ruined it.

I won't pick up the pieces you shattered, should it come to that. You're fixing your own damn mess. I've moved past that. It's no longer my job. But don't think I won't hate you for it.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

It's Bleeding Me

Seriously. The anger is building. I officially hate everything you've become. I don't even know how to release the immense hate I have for you right now. I could scream. I could cry. I could break things. Throw them. Rip them apart. I could dismantle you. I could spend every bit of my effort and energy and whatever else it takes for me to forget you and forget you mattered to my life. I'm ashamed to know you. I'm ashamed of what you now call your existence. You're a sorry excuse for a human being. I no longer care what happens to you. I don't want to see you. I never want to see you. You can go. And the fact that I'm this angry, which I didn't think was possible, should tell you how badly you've screwed up. Even Jonathan, the damn idiot he is, never reached this point. After all the things he's done, it's not your level of stupidity. Go rot. Die in your drunken stupor with your lungs bleeding.

"But I ain't got no patience so, let's have another Jack & Coke!"

Monday, March 18, 2013

You Are Disappoint

I've been hung up on the same person for 6 years. You took a month and a half to move from someone you were dating a GOOD WHILE and then sleep with someone else, all the while flirting with other people. So much for figuring yourself out? Just saying, I hate what college has done you. Give me my best friend back. And stop drinking.

I'm gonna be spiteful and dislike her immensely until she herself can prove me wrong. I hope Sara's a million times happier now.

I'm the worst kind of person.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

"Chucky's Flow"

"Pues llego ¿quien llega??? Chucky Flow Killa el de la 40 Y no provoques que te mate con mi letra tu eres feka, no estas apto pa esta guerra morirás sangrado en una puta cuneta yo soy calle, tu no eres calle y tu lo sabes, y es mejor que conmigo no te resbales, naci solo, jodo solo, guerreo solo y contra ti o contra cualquiera yo me jodo no me la tengo que pasar con gángsters papa no aparento con cadena que no es mía pai, para sacar las pacas en la discoteca pai, para tener que frontear con una botella de champagne, estos modhafuckaz se creen superman a todas esta nos matamos y no me jodas mas....UNA MAS PA LOS FEKAS, BULLEST PA LOS KE FASTAMEAN Y ELEGANCIA CON LAS GATAS EN LAS....Flow Killaz all day...$$$$$$....."

... seriously? "$$$$$$"? I quit. No. Just stop. Please. I'm so tired of your existence. There's a reason people think Hispanics are stupid: You. Sorry, can't deal with the chanchi stereotypical ish. No patience for it. Learn to spell, 'cause even your Spanish is atrocious.