Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying.

Life Is Shit And Then You Die.
Full Stop.
A Wise Person Told Me That And I Don't Deny It.
Its Been About A Week Since My Last Post.
And I Got A Big Cut On My Foot.
Hard To Believe That My Flip-Flops Could Do Such A Thing.
My Brother Got A Puppy.
It's Not Bad.
But It Smells Really Bad Though.
I Mainly Chilled And Home,
With All The Retards Judging Me.
Quite Fun.
If You Knew Me,
You Wouldn't Call Me Lifeless.
I Am An Awesome Guy.
All Of You Guys Trying To Put Me Down For What?
In Hopes Of Getting In The Good Books Of One Girl?
Life Does Not Revolve Around One Girl,
Heck,
Life Doen Not Revolve Around Me.
So Whats Your Problem?
Just Because I'm Better Than You Doesn't Mean You Get To Fuck With My Mind.
You Guys Are Blaming Me For No Reason.
Wouldn't You Feel Fucked After The Supposed Girl Of Your Dreams Said She Was Uncomfortable Around You?
After You've Tried So Hard?
I'm Pretty Pissed With You Shits.
Going Around Thinking You're Some Hot Bastards.
You Probally Have Loads Of Pimples All Over The Thing You Stare At In The Mirror,
I Bet You Spend You're Freetime Cumming All Over Your Keyboard.
You Have Something To Say?
Say It To My Face.
If Not,
Don't Say Anything At All.

Your's Truly
-TheGuyYouThinkShouldDie-
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From Day One I Talked About Getting Out,
But Not Forgetting About,
How My Worst Fears Are Letting Out,
He Said;Why Put A New Address
On The Same Old Lonelyness,
When Breathing Just Passes The Time,
Until We All Just Get Old And Die,
Now Talking's Just A Waste Of Breath,
And Livings Just A Waste Of Death,
And Why Put A New Address,
On The Same Old Lonelyness,
And This Is You And Me,
And Me And You,
Until We've Got Nothing Left.
-Fall out Boy-