Rolling a fourwheeler while stoned is probably the most terrifying thing to happen to me yet.
I fucking hate being used.
When I feel useless, a fuck up. That guy everyone trusts, but shouldn’t. I play life like a chess game, every move is planned and calculated. Things aren’t done for fun, it all a play. Like a silly little game that’s as addictive as heroine or meth. The kind that makes you sick, sad, and more lost than before. The kind that ruins your physical being, while also rotting away you’re psyche. It hurts, but it’s my fault.
It always is.
Like I used to when I was five. Still feels the same too.
Are like Buzz and Woody from Toy Story.
“YOU NEVER PLAY WITH US ANYMORE!”
I fucking hate some people. You’re dicking with his fucking heart while your hitting on me. I know you still fuck him, why are you hitting on me? Get the fuck out.