Shutup

This is for B1: I love how you think that you create a overpowering character from a nightmare. It's a misery to see the levels you will go just to prove your something good, when only the sympathetic people can see when you fall your blood drips black. The misery in your voice makes me shiver with excitment, as you cannot use your excuse anymore. The karma will follow as well, just you wait, just you wait. The lies your mind produces is like a toxic gas that slowly fills your mind. You'll drop to the ground for it, but this will not care once more it knows your true flag. It'll slither your throat and your head from it's positioning and watch it roll down from your castle into ice water, were your breath is replaced with nothing but the bitterness you contain in your body, mind and soul.

This is for B2: Stop trying to pretend that what you are trying to be, is shit. You look like a person who decides to play chess but moves the other persons king. Volcano erruptions are caused through friction, the heat is brawling in the pits of their organs. Don't you hate it when your in a test and the person next to you looks at your answers, stop looking at mine. Sorrow for yourself doesn't do anything, makes us want you to be the coal workers at the bottom of the Titanic who missed the gates. Your not what you say you are and you try so desperately hard to be what you are trying to deframe. You've lost the respect you deserve and people are starting to catch on.

Leaving on a high note, IGA is a freezer of numbness and hardship not earned, but it is worth going on a Saturday. Dropping his coins. Laughing nervously as he tried to pick them up again, and place them in my hand, picking up my shopping bag. Asking questions to close friends, I'll always know, good. Thursday comes and so does he, Saturday comes and so does she.