taskoftellingthetruth:

and your feet on the ground

everytime I hear this song it makes me feel shitty.. =/ I hate thinking about you…

then one day at school I found something I’d never known, someone who loved me as I was, who was my very own. she had eyes like marigolds and hair like dangle-weed. she always did look out for me, she treated me so sweet. but one day my tormenter found us lost in fond embrace, so he took a gun and he shot her in the face. I’m so unhappy, unhappy. I’ve lost everything I’ve ever loved and I don’t know what to do. I’m so unhappy, unhappy. I’m tortured, troubled, heartsick, sad and blue

incredibly frustrated. tired of shitty people. tired of feeling lonely. I want to get out of town for a little bit. and not to fucking Mississippi

fuck my life. ugh. why does everything have to constantly go to shit?