tell me that you can hear it?
the gut wrenching sound of whatever is clawing at my insides, tearing it apart like it's a fucking piece of meat. How long have I been walking, and where am I going? Does it matter, really? I don't think so.
i can't believe how selfish you are. i have other things to occupy my mind right now, and i don't need to deal with your shit. do you understand that im upset, and you saying that doesn't make things for me any easier? Deal with your shit, and then come to me. Or don't, whichever, because i don't care about your right now. Or anymore. I've lost all respect for you as a person. Stay the fuck away from me now.
