Why does t take we going on the internet and days of anticipation and uncertainty for me to find out what you could have flat out told me? was it really that big of a deal? at the time, no, no it was not. but now you’ve lied. ooo, and in the worst way in my book. Lies by omission. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH how i hate them. you let breath of nothingness slip from your mouth and in it, a lie.
i can’t believe i found interest in the maturities that you reek of. your kind are so… frivolous and whimsical. you like a baby nymph. walkin around, don’t know what to do, yet you nature is promiscuity. you breathe it, embrace it, live for it. it becomes you and others shall fall for it’s, your whiles. but i, no more.
but thanks to you Frankenstein, i have a new song.