Stupid Hayley Williams and stupid Paramore and their stupid stupidness...
Somehow lately it seems that I'm permanently in a mood. Why am I like this...Coz boys are stupid...screw the rocks, throw bricks at them! I would if I could but I can't so I won't...I'm pretty sure it would hurt me more...not that it matters...what I say and how I feel doesn't matter at all. That's why I'm posting here...My keypad is faulty and my eyes seem to be broken...so mind the errors.
What a mood yarrr.... my blood is boiling...and my eyes are leaking...but I cant do anything about it..I've already done enough...and if I lose my temper I might do something I'll regret...but then again by the looks of things I might be the only one regretting it.
Why is it so hard to understand? Or is it only you that feels horrible? You think I want to fight? You think I like getting upset? Under normal circumstances I could answer but now I don't know... The doubt was always there, you knew it..but you always reassured me and lectured me to the point that I felt like a small girl in a classroom. I was honest, I told you everything. I thought you knew me. I opened up, I let you in. For the first time in my life I doubted myself. Maybe I was wrong, what people told me was wrong.I started believing what you said..
And now? Now what's it for? Must I listen to Lady Gaga? Coz she's right...boys are monsters that eat your heart...That's all they're good for.
Give them all of you try and give them what they want love them unconditionally but it doesn't matter...you know someone always reminds me that whenever girls complain "All men are the same" he asks "Who asked you to try all of them?" Here's the answer, Irshaad, NO ONE needs to try them, no one should. Men are dogs that's why they make women seem like bitches. plain and simple.
You never did anything wrong..you were there for me that's all I asked. You were honest and open and you loved me. You accepted me and didn't judge or change me. Sure you got me upset and we fought but we got through it together. So why are things different? Or am I just stupid in thinking all that?
But I didn't want to believe it. I don't want to. You're mine and you're different.But lately I'm not even sure if I can call you mine...
I don't know what to do. I don't want to think about it, my head hurts...
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