Fuck my life lah

So in the end it's my fault, I'm good for nothing, always ruining people's mood. Spending their money, what else huh?

Just get me the things i want, problem fucking solved.

You know, if you were to just get everything that I want, things will get back to normal. Cause I'm like that and I want those stuff. But you're just too damn stubborn and stupid to actually get me those stuff. I'm gonna bet, that you will just be like the way you are. Just plain annoying, just spam text me and maybe call me a few times. But that's all you're gonna do, nothing else. You'll never know what to do, you never learn. And after all we've been through, and you are like that still? My middle finger salutes you. Just fuck off

I wish I didn't talk to you.

What happens when there's someone out there that buys for you almost everything you want, everything you can't afford, everything you've ever dreamed of... You take advantage of her, like how I take advantage of her. I can't help it, I'm materialistic and I like a lot of things. And she's the only one that gets me everything... why did I start talking to her all over again?? Not talking was so much better, now I'm asking her to get me an iPhone, Mac book, penny boards. I've already spent about more than 200 bucks from her card in less than two days. I want all these stuff so badly but at the same time I feel like shit. I hate myself. I hate that I'm already getting used to the thought of using my 'future' stuff, now I'm going to reject everything and the only victim in this shit is me. I just really feel like crap

I don't belong anywhere

There are more than 7 billion people living in this world. How the fuck is it possible that I feel so lonely. I wanna get out of here, cause there's nothing/nobody that's keeping me from leaving. So out of place, so sad, so tired.

The shit I want!

Fuckkk orgasm....

The shit I love

Cause nobody will ever know

Things will get better. Yesterday was disappointing but I have to be grateful. I have to be grateful. I'll count on myself to be happy. I'll save my own money to buy the things I want. I'll keep to myself. I'll be myself. Cause I know nobody's going to make me happy.
Just officially wrote the first letter out to Ms n. And here's the first picture I drew for her.

I know, it's fucking cute.