You goddamned females and the mind control powers that you posess.
I'll admit it. I'm weak-minded and feeble.
It's just the way you do those fucking things you do. Understand?
When you get quiet because you're shy... when I'm feeling even more nervous than you are.
Biting your lip when you can't think of a word to say.
That little fucking blinky thing you do when you're embarassed and start to blush.
Always, ALWAYS the way you smell... and it sticks in my brain, and clothes, and skin for days.. and everytime I smell it I have to think of you.
And that little look you give me, because you know that you're so fucking cute that I would kill every guy in the room just to be with you.
It's just the kinds of things that you creatures do to me.
Pretty Girls make men into Serial Killers.
The.End.
(For Clarification purposes: There is no one single girl that is being referenced in this post. It is rather a very broad generalization of what you females put me through on a daily basis)
On another note. I wanted to poke holes in peoples faces, but that didn't happen... fuck other people and their plans. Why can't the world revolve around Scarekrow?
I wanted to go to school, but now I have to take different classesjust because I'm tired of repetition, so I'll waste my parents money until I feel satisfied that I've learned enough. For someone with curiosity as strong as mine, that's going to be a lot of money. After all, there is some solice in knowing that I can never know it all...but I can damn well try*
*or pretend that I do know everything.
I'm moving out. By the end of the month, I'll be a grown up for the first time in my life. Yay me.
I'll admit it. I'm weak-minded and feeble.
It's just the way you do those fucking things you do. Understand?
When you get quiet because you're shy... when I'm feeling even more nervous than you are.
Biting your lip when you can't think of a word to say.
That little fucking blinky thing you do when you're embarassed and start to blush.
Always, ALWAYS the way you smell... and it sticks in my brain, and clothes, and skin for days.. and everytime I smell it I have to think of you.
And that little look you give me, because you know that you're so fucking cute that I would kill every guy in the room just to be with you.
It's just the kinds of things that you creatures do to me.
Pretty Girls make men into Serial Killers.
The.End.
(For Clarification purposes: There is no one single girl that is being referenced in this post. It is rather a very broad generalization of what you females put me through on a daily basis)
On another note. I wanted to poke holes in peoples faces, but that didn't happen... fuck other people and their plans. Why can't the world revolve around Scarekrow?
I wanted to go to school, but now I have to take different classesjust because I'm tired of repetition, so I'll waste my parents money until I feel satisfied that I've learned enough. For someone with curiosity as strong as mine, that's going to be a lot of money. After all, there is some solice in knowing that I can never know it all...but I can damn well try*
*or pretend that I do know everything.
I'm moving out. By the end of the month, I'll be a grown up for the first time in my life. Yay me.
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i wish i could go to school for an indefinite amount of time and not have to worry about $. that'd would rock.
congrats on moving out!