10:21 p.m. - December 12, 2012
Don't drag me down!
Broken words, half-bent promises, who else are you going to try to feed your shit? I'm left alone, asking questions to deaf, born dead. Side-swipe and mind-fucked, take your bullshit somewhere else. But if, if you want to try and feed me your shit, I'm going to make you wish you never did.

This is not misplaced anger, this simply protection from scum. I've got a lot do, and I won't let your bullshit drag me down.