I don’t know what to do
I don’t know how to feel
Please, just do me a favor
Tell me this isn’t real
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know how to feel
Please, just do me a favor
Tell me this isn’t real
My heart is frail and fragile
My pillow, my only friend
How can you act so casual
As you mistreat it, break it all over again
The pain I feel is too much
I’m weak; defected; diseased
Please, don’t give me your pity
The pain will never ease
( Let me remind you: stealing is a crime. Let’s save us both the hassel and yourself the humiliation, don’t steal. I take pride in the crappiest of my writings. )
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By Dollie Stitches
I'm young, I'm immature, I'm stupid and I'm an aspiring writer. Then again, this is what this country is nowadays, is it not? I'm German, but I live in the US (Texas to be exact). I write a lot but I'm not that good, I like to sing and I like webdesign, I like to eat and most of all I like to sit on my ass and if you don't like it, I don't care because I look different from everyone else with my caked on eyeliner and snow white face but I look JUST THE SAME as over half of you and the thing is that I just don't care.
So, call me gothic, call me punk, I'll call you a moron and tell you to shut the fuck up. All of us look the same, listen to the same music and write about the same things so why are we so different? We're not, you people who SAY we're different make us different and it's you people that MAKE ME SICK because we'd be just as normal as everyone else if we didn't fucking CARE. Every one of you who says they "don't care about labels" is lying to yourself in one way or another because we're all hypocrites and we're all stereotypical bastards.
Welcome to America.
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