| For the love of God, | |
| tag your fucking spider posts. | |
| I have phobias. |
| I can't get these kids | |
| out of my head. They didn't | |
| deserve to die young. |
| Too much tragedy, | |
| too many lives lost. When will | |
| we ever wake up? |
1| You asked me to stay. | |
| But I can't guarantee that. | |
| I'm breaking my heart. |
| I hate that it still | |
| stings when your job comes first. I | |
| should be used to this. |
| It isn't fair that | |
| as soon as I'm okay, you | |
| want to sit and talk. |
| I found out today | |
| that you got fired, and I'm | |
| sorry about that. |
| I can't fucking sleep. | |
| This is a pain in the ass. | |
| I am so tired. |
| Four plus hours in the | |
| ER, and I am tired. | |
| Roommate of the year. |
| You've been deleted, | |
| bocked, and I'm burning your notes. | |
| You're gone. I feel free. |
