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| i hate that i was honest about my feelings for him.
i hate that i only cared for him b/c i knew i was better than his heroin-addicted ass.
i hate that he is still alive; going to jail and draining on the economy when brillant, good people like nathan and my mother died at young ages for nothing. he is still alive. doing drugs and sleeping with 100's of girls spreading his diseases while my mother is dead.
if there is a god and he lets it be this way then i want nothing to do with him. |
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