My friend just thought that The End. Was by the Jonas Brothers. Kill me now.
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My friend just thought that The End. Was by the Jonas Brothers. Kill me now.
Now come one, come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all
After what he said to me tonight, that irrational accusation...after everything that has happened the last two weeks, I think I've gotten numb. I cry but it's inside now and I just don't feel like saying anything. Up until today, I had lost everything except for him, and I may have lost him now too. I can't take it and something in me broke, more than just my unfixably shattered heart. I am more broken now than I have been, and I wonder constantly now if I'm going to relapse. Nobody knows to the full extent everything that's going on, and with every hit now, that voice that used to send me to the hospital comes back louder and louder. Maybe it's my time.. But I don't know how to tell for sure. Maybe I should test the waters...the grim reaper has been asking me if I'm ready for my fifteen seconds of fame...
boy is perf~
Fim.