i dunno. maybe we can't trust our own judgment.
well, haha. so much for that.
when someone tells you that your past was actually a huge-ass lie,
but then you look back firsthand at what you had.
how does someone lie about all that?
doesn't seem possible.
but you know what?
i'm sticking to the story i've heard for about, 5 minutes,
to cover up the one i've been living for the past one and a half year O:
i know. it's so much easier to be pissed like hell.
and oh guhz. i am.
for all the grief you've caused me, you son of a bitch,
i finally chucked all your shit to one side.
tore a lot of pages off, too. (i mean literally. off my book)
there is nothing about you around me anymore and good riddance.
nice. i hope you get shot in the nuts.
if not, i have proper and full access to whatever equipment i need to do it myself.
thrice.
screw you!

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