Dedicated To Sara

Buy me a shiny new machine, that runs on lies and gasoline.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Sickening

Your sarcasm. Your mockery. It's sickening. You need to get off your high horse and realize that you are nothing. You're not better than I am. Your ranking on the scale of life is a little after mulch and way before me. Don't try to intimidate or discriminate me. It won't work. You need to stop being so callow. Realize that we are the same. The only difference: age. But nobody can tell because of your immaturity. Grow. Up.

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