He's always hungry.
He never orders his own food at fast food chains.
Random squeaks. The way he screams to screamo songs.
HAHA, even if the lyrics dont match.
Your eyes was the soundtrack of my summer, unlike any other.
You'll always be my thunder, so bring on the rain baby.
I got fucked at the feet just now at work.
Holy fuck the fucking pallet jack scraped the behind of my feet.
The pain, it felt like someone stabbed my sole, seriously.
It freaking diffused through my whole body, and when it reached my brain, i kinda went nauseous.
Honestly, i cannot cannot cannot stand the sight of blood nor wounds.
I was tearing so bad, i felt so embarassed.
Im just scared of pain lah okay. It hurts a fuckload.
I cant even take a bath like a sane bitch.
Gosh, life as a crippled is hard sluts.
So be nice.
