can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies are like shooting stars? i could really use a wish right now.
i hate death. it's the single bad thing without qualification. death is easy? fuck you, bella.
it's painful. nauseating. difficult. i feel like my stomach has been cut off from my system, stuffed with cement and sewed back in. why?
go to hell, you disease. you useless, insignificant lowlife are not welcome here. you're mindless grappling for somebody else's resources is a despicable, shameful and indecent way to feed yourself. and how dare you exploit that fast, you don't deserve anything! you are weak! you are not wanted and you have to crawl back to your pit and burn instantly. you are nothing but pestilence.
'parang talo yata si uncle.' - ma
'una na muna ako, nakkong.' - uncle ricky
sige po, uncle. :')
RICARDO C. DE LOS SANTOS. (+) September 16, 2010.
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