My little Butterflies.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Pessimistically pessimistic me.

Everything just sounds so wrong to me.
Everything just wants to pick some fight with me.
I just want to shut it all out.
But yet keep you all in it though.

I don't get you.
You, the reflection I see.
What are you?
...just beyond recognition anymore.

Just stay away.
If all I cause is all but good.
Just push me away.
Even though you know not of how hard and hurtful it is to say this.
Having PMS: Pissed at Men Syndrome.

Please and Thank yous (:
*Smiles with a broken heart.

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