can't shake it
framed up, be a moment in time.If you're unhappy, or annoyed, or whatsoever, get out.
If I don't respect you, I wouldn't still talk to you the way I do.
You're not that innocent either, so don't go telling the life story of you.
I won't go and say about how nobody is perfect& stuff, it's abit cliche aint it? You'll probably agree.
The thing is, keep on making it more fcked up, and you'll soon realise that you hate it more& more.
Oh, go ahead and hate me. You could care less, huh? Well, I don't give a heck either.
If you want to go and expose on how fcked Dad is and how he was never there when we were young, go write a fcking novel.
Your life aint for display. Neither is mine.
So, don't go ahead and tell your i-love-them-more-than-my-own-family friends about how I suck as a daughter and sister.
If they can solve our problems by now, you wouldn't be talking fuck about us on your blog and talking about how he was& is not a good father.
Ok, I love my friends too, but not to the extent where I think they are magicians and can solve my family problems with a snap of a finger.
If you could care less, tell me why do you still bother to talk ass shit about me on your blog.
Give yourself a moment's notice, and you'll find you're as fcked as a whore.