You made me a bitter person.
This is me venting:
Mind, body, and soul. I’m bitter. I used to not show it as much. But my anger and madness is built up and this is the outcome. I don’t take people seriously. I never take people’s word. I have low expectations, but there’s times when I do take people’s word for it when it’s backed up with logical reasons. I try to see the light in people—the peace, the heart. But everything I hear is Bull Shit. All Bull Shit, which is utterly depressing to be thinking about all the time. You don’t remember anything, when I remember everything. What the fuck is that. Have fun with that skinny-ass slut. Peace Fuckface.
