Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
When you say that there is nothing significant going on in your life, it makes me feel like you’re hiding something.
Kat: I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it… I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
About Me
i'm mariah.things you should know me...
i was born right here in minnesota, on february twenty-first of 1994, which makes me fifteen.
i'm pansexual, and i can't remember ever being attracted to just boys. i was born the way i am.
i'm a smoker, and i don't plan on changing that anytime in the near future.
i guess i'm not your average teenager. and i'm the same online, pretty much, as i am face to face.
what else is there to know?
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