I’m alright…
I’m ok.
People love me.
I love them..
Gah…
You don’t understand…
Trick love the love kids..
And Justin hates you
Hates …
I’m trying to find ways to get out of this.
Someone holds a check saying, “here is your acknowledgement,for the year of effort”
But you have to be around us to get it…
You have to smile.
Act like you give a fuck..
So.. imma whore.
I’m legit contemplating bouncing on the whole fucking thing.
Keep your money.
Ross was right.
You’re a bitch.
And a greedy one..
I’d rather be hungry,if it means I get to be the motherfuck away from you..
Your voice.
Your fucking face.
Your thoughts..
If I might be spared…
Maybe I would..
Maybe I’d trade a few G’s for that.
Just get….the fuck…away from me .
Somebody kill me..
I pay taxes on this.
I get to pay for this misery and s*** show that you subject me to
dawn 