Call This What You WantMature

i refuse to name this, that takes too much brain power. plus its just a friggin rant anyways ._.

hey, how you doing?

i'm doing fucking horrible, and i hate all of you bloody bastards.

are you okay?

don't even try it, you don't give two fucks about me.

what's up?

the fucking sky, get out of my way, quit wasting my time.

nothing you ask has any sort of meaning,

you're just asking,

because society tells you that you have to so that you're not seen as rude;

but tell me do you think about anyone but you?

the whole " i care" central mentality

is a bunch of bullshit,

because no one really cares 

so why listen to what people SAY,

and ignore what they DO?

because so many people SAY that there'll be there for me no matter the time or day

when in reality, they can't stand being in a room with me for more than two minutes.

hey, how you doing?

i'm doing fucking horrible, and i hate all of you bloody bastards.

are you okay?

don't even try it, you don't give to fucks about me.

what's up?

the fucking sky, get out of my way, quit wasting my time.

it doesn't even matter,

pay no mind to my rambling,

im just bitter,

and tired,

and sick of the fake,

sick of the pretending.

The End

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