“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood”
donderdag 22 december 2011
zondag 11 december 2011
maandag 5 december 2011
Why you failed life.
A tribute to the people we all should hate.
You lack confindence.
You lack personality.
That's why you're weak.
You're not shy.
No, you just have no self-confidence, because you have nothing to be proud of.
You don't even have the guts to improve yourself. Too afraid for another failure.
Mirror's aren't shy.
There is just nothing that's beautiful about you. Silly human.
Don't impress us with clothes. That's a bunch of fabrics, not wou you are.
Others aren't shy.
They just don't want to talk to you. They see how obviously fake you are.
Haven't you noticed that the ones who do talk to you are as disgusting as you?
Who are you.
You're nobody.
You failed life.
And I sometimes tend to kill you.
Just to put you out of your misery.
You lack confindence.
You lack personality.
That's why you're weak.
You're not shy.
No, you just have no self-confidence, because you have nothing to be proud of.
You don't even have the guts to improve yourself. Too afraid for another failure.
Mirror's aren't shy.
There is just nothing that's beautiful about you. Silly human.
Don't impress us with clothes. That's a bunch of fabrics, not wou you are.
Others aren't shy.
They just don't want to talk to you. They see how obviously fake you are.
Haven't you noticed that the ones who do talk to you are as disgusting as you?
Who are you.
You're nobody.
You failed life.
And I sometimes tend to kill you.
Just to put you out of your misery.
zondag 4 december 2011
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