Fuck! You know, I'd really like to get better at my poetry, but like, no one gives me any fcking advice, so how the fuck should I get fucking better at it?! god fuck it god damn it! I still don't fucking know why I am on this fucking site. WHy the fuck am I here? All I got were fucking problems. I started talking with people who are just like me, fucking doomthinkers. I could really fucking smash something right now. And Jake won't fcking talk to me properly, fuck it! He asked me to be his girlfriend while he lives in fucking America and never told me a fucking secret! Yes, I love him, but would the fucking thing work out? Fuck no!
Why does life have to be so fucking annoying?! I try to do some fucking art: I write fucking poetry, make fucking music and shoot fucking photography, but no one even fucking notices! This just drives me fucking insane! I'm so fucking done with it. Ugh. Maybe I should fucking delete this page. Fuck.
Listening to: Suicide Silence