Fuck you, I don't know what I'm doing again and I can't take it but I'm going to live just once and I'm fucking impulsive. This is just bye I think. I thought about the things that I could show you if everything was a little bit different, much better, as it is in my head. Every time I write to you I get less violent with words, just with words, I have a great desire to beat you up. For getting away in this shit.
I fucked myself, if that's what you're curious about. I can't think of anyone else, and that has been a long time. This fuck has a long time. And it hurts. Thank you for not having patience with me you shit. Now I feel like you don't like any of my fifteen personalities. Today, the day I’m not going to inform, it’s the second day I don’t sleep at night, so I do stupid things like this. Swearing a lot makes me feel good, fuck you again i think i miss you i think i like you but i won't say, neither now nor later Anyway, I am like the biggest motherfucker, so I can talk at will . I can keep talking about this shit. I hope no one else sees this, but if you show it, fuck yourself too. Hey, look. A very creative website for goodbye. I'm just being aggressive because I cried. I cried yesterday. Today. At Christmas. In the new year. I'm very good at what I do, I wrote so much. All of that shit is a reading practice. Is there a lamp in your house that always gives the impression that it will fail at any moment? Also here.
I wanted to take your hair now, but we should leave it to the right girl.