I dont want to go to work, i hate my job
why seem everyone i care for just want to play their silly games with me
perhaps they dont think im a humanbeing with feelings
it must be so nice to stab that figurine knife in my heart and dance in the spay of blood, soaking their hair
would it make them immortal like with the blood of a dragon?
interesting thought at 4.30am omg...
and i think i need to talk seriously about the baby stuff in my head
because it starts to haunt me and everyone thinks im very confused or something. blaat ><