i'm fucking bored, and bloody frustrated.
all i want to do now is run far away from where i am currently,
either that or go strangle iggy that fucking moron.
but no!
i have no where else to go apart from home,
which is definitely nowhere i wanna go now,
and fuck it lah, i don't feel welcomed anywhere now.
screw this shit,
i just wanna find a corner to curl up in,
now why is that so fucking hard man?

ny darling stick,
can you please just stop doing this to yourself?
you're killing me man, really you are.
d'you know how hard it is for me to see you doing stuff like this to yourself?
it really makes me understand how you felt whenever i did shit to myself.
but damn man, all this for one girl?

babe, i love her tons too man.
but you really mean a lot to me, way more than she does.
& knowing that i'm completely helpless,
knowing that there's nothing i can do for you,
'cept stand there and watch you torture yourself this way,
fuck you man iggy, you're killing me.

i don't want anyhing from you for christmas man,
i just want to see you truly happy.
not some ohimpretendingtobehappybutactuallyijustkeepdrinking kind of happy.
please do me this huge fucking favour babe,
just pretty please listen to whatever gary, chris, justin, alex, ally or whoever's telling you.

if you won't listen to me, if you won't alleviate my worry,
please just don't shit yourself this way.
babe, i swear i'll let you do whatever,
errr anything but shit to yourself.
i love you too much to stand seeing you this way.
please stick, just please stop this damn madness.
8:04 PM
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