Title: Dear god.

(I'm afraid this post is gna hurt, cos it's rrly, urgh.)

Moron, yknw you make my blood vaporize, or rather, fucking sublime. Yeah, you're not a moron, but you're fucking acting smart, thinking you're oh-so-fucking-cool just because you get straight As?! I swr tday was d last straw. Wouldn't be too long till I scream at you in class if you continue all those fucked-up shit of yours. Get a life, fucker. Do yknw how much pathetic souls you're pissing off everyday, well at least 6, mind you.

Anw, tday is kinda screwed up in some sense. Everyone is moody.

I knw how irritating it is, whn your inner self kinda is giving way, everythng accumulates, ydon't knw wht's happening, but just t let yknw, you're never walking alone, really. Friendships don't need a reason, they just survive solely on d bonds we share, so whtever it is, we'll smile & step on those troubles, emerge out of it, like some morons laughing our arse off, TOGETHER.

Yeah, shit happens. Flush it, move on.

& it's at times like these whr friends & family strikes in t let yknw how you're not alone.

I rrly hope you're okay, cos it hurts me so t see you like this.

& somehow, this year is gonna go off rrly soon, which sucks. & in no time, I'll be wailing my lungs off, crying out, expressing my unhappiness about leaving. But, I hope we'll all walk on tgt, & stay as good buddies.

Suck on. Walk on.

But still, fuck.

I still am very much attracted t Dear Godddddd. Urgh. I'll melt if anyone sings tht, NOW.

Labels: Avenged Sevenfold - Dear God.