crap

i'm bored of this crap..
you say you're busy.. yet you go out..
i'll never be worth your time won't i?
so here it is.. my white flag..
its finished.. you still don't know who you are..
but if you're reading, SEPT MOIS..
i don't know if you would take a few clicks and types to translate this on the internet..
but screw this okay.. i don't want it anymore and i'm effing moving on..
i'm sorry.. but it's not over.. its gna linger i know.. so song's gna come up for you..
i think.. but should i stop?
will you still remember me when u leave.. bother to talk or say hi?
certain words in uncertain times..

i guess this is why they hate us emokids.. we're too sensitive and gay..
but whatever..

defeat is always hard to admit.. but i'm admitting it.. i don't wanna sound cheesy and crap..
cos nobody would give a "hooha".
maybe one reason i am who i am today is maybe that i nvr talk to anyone abt deep thoughts and crap.. i keep it all bottled up and shit.. i'm not seeking for attention.. well what can i do? nobody calls me and crap like that.. i guess the difference between me and the other people is they got nice friends who talk to them everyday.. i guess i'm isolated.. but i think i should shut up now..

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I’ll soon blow up.

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

so where do we go? from here on end?
we were never lovers, more than fiends..
your smiles aren't working no more..
anymore!
this has to go, this has to end..