im trying im trying

& trying is dying or so i been told, trying to get this blogg on my phone so i can write all the time anywhere i am at, and i love her so, i love her so and she does not want to be seen next to me, what a great gal!

the damnation

she tries to act cool and be your best friend, but when you dont have any money she acts like you dont exist, she is a real culo beeyatch, i dont know why i want to hang out with her, maybe cos we all know she is easy, but i pissed her off bad, and i only want to piss her off some more, yesterday i made her feel guilty, that i was not her friend, because i did not have any money to kick it with her, true skanks who begin to feel sorry for themselves when you point out a solemn truth to them, the shitty thing is that  began to feel something for her again, only to throw it all away at the end, i hope she rots in hell, that is kind of harsh, but i cant see any future for her, she is waste of space, true waste of space, and brain, she should be taken out of her misery already like a dog screaming in vain, now that dr death is gone, rhonda needs some death like she needs some teeth, i wrote a poem where she died already, of an overedose, that is what her future holds for her, the best thing is that my book where i go in search of my love in hell, her name is rhonda, she has to die, that is how my tragedy works.