Devil said Dance

money's a bitch. too much and it control you. too little and you become a criminal. --- you shouldn't have made me one of your own. now i want your other children have. i know i'm selfish. but in the end, we have to be. --- sometimes, i feel that suicide is the only way out. i know, i know. "you're being naive, god doesn't like it" screw god. where is he when i needed him. i'm done. --- i'm sorry for not updating. i feel that i've lost myself. soul searching starts all over again. --- i miss you, mom.

your day is not done until you make it hell for me, isn't it. i try to be nice. i try to be reasonable. seriously, go fuck yourself. i literally don't give a rat's ass what you think. i hate you. it kills me. what you're doing. i have been withstanding it all my life. god, pls take my soul. i know this sounds so gay. but try walking in my shoes. i'm not asking for your sympathy, i just want you to understand me. --- i just want to lead a normal life, i want to have a normal family. i want to have a normal life. is that so hard to ask. really? --- there is this big, empty hole where my heart used to be. and no, i'm not talking about a girl. i want to feel wanted. i want to feel cared for. i want to feel that i'm needed. i'm just repeating myself, i know. but i don't care. --- i see my friends who are close to their parents and i feel like crying. i hear their parents tell their children they love them and i feel jealous like hell. i don't care wha...

In Our Darkest Hour In My Deepest Despair Will You Still Care? Will You Be There? In My Trials And My Tribulations Through Our Doubts And Frustrations In My Violence In My Turbulence Through My Fear And My Confessions In My Anguish And My Pain Through My Joy And My Sorrow In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow I'll Never Let You Part For You're Always In My Heart.

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mother fucker!

the reason why the two of you always argue is because you both have the fucking same character. you don't see it. the people caught in between can see it. --- yes i don't make the grades, yes i don't get the awards, but i still have feelings. i still do. --- i know money is tight but... maybe i don't understand. but you don't understand me. --- how can you marry someone for 25 fucking years and fucking fight every single fucking day. i'm sick of it, i'm sick of you. --- i don't have many things to look forward to, i think i complain too much. i think you do too. but this is my space. so get the fuck out. bitches.

i know no one cares, but happy 205th birthday to Hans Christian Andersen. --- and 1 more thing, i can do whatever you can do, better i daresay. and i am no petty thief, i don't walk that path any more. so screw you and your 50's fucking mindset.