god created pms for a use, it's for self defence.
god created pms for a use, it's for self defence.
hello.
today, i'd like to talk about
pms.
coz it makes my life unbearable.
no, i dont mean its effects on me,
oh wait it does.
im talking about pms that affects my mum, which in turn affects me.
you have absolutely no idea how much i feel like stuffing that motherfucking door of the wardrobe up her ass.
bitch.
and all i did, was to sit there innocently, the way they've tried to make little kids do, and i tio everything by the bloody $%^&* mother. oh yes, shoe shopping too. i tell you ah, i nearly cried in the middle of the damned shopping centre la. either tears of boredom or pissedness, if there's such a word. like fuck, all the stuff she chooses, when i visualise it on someone, whether it's a supermodel or vanessa hudgens, i feel like throwing up la. (vanessa is the sex, ranking after brendon, ryan, lucas and zac) and that, is bad. then after that when i choose something she makes this super nasty comments on everything i like, turning it into something so repulsive; i started to think that the square would look pretty good in a bridal dress. yes, anyway, so we bought nothing, and she complained about me being unresponsive for over an hour while walking around the place. blahblahblah. whatever, its not as if you're perfect, so quit thinking that i should be.
and if you wonder why i like pulling the speakers near me and why i like to listen to all sorts of rubbish music all the time, ITS BECAUSE IT DROWNS YOUR FUCKING VOICE, BITCH.
just imagine, someone drilling at your ear nonstop from the moment you wake up til you fall asleep. and it's not along the lines of whispering sweet nothings, more of a grating noise.
hello.
today, i'd like to talk about
pms.
coz it makes my life unbearable.
no, i dont mean its effects on me,
oh wait it does.
im talking about pms that affects my mum, which in turn affects me.
you have absolutely no idea how much i feel like stuffing that motherfucking door of the wardrobe up her ass.
bitch.
and all i did, was to sit there innocently, the way they've tried to make little kids do, and i tio everything by the bloody $%^&* mother. oh yes, shoe shopping too. i tell you ah, i nearly cried in the middle of the damned shopping centre la. either tears of boredom or pissedness, if there's such a word. like fuck, all the stuff she chooses, when i visualise it on someone, whether it's a supermodel or vanessa hudgens, i feel like throwing up la. (vanessa is the sex, ranking after brendon, ryan, lucas and zac) and that, is bad. then after that when i choose something she makes this super nasty comments on everything i like, turning it into something so repulsive; i started to think that the square would look pretty good in a bridal dress. yes, anyway, so we bought nothing, and she complained about me being unresponsive for over an hour while walking around the place. blahblahblah. whatever, its not as if you're perfect, so quit thinking that i should be.
and if you wonder why i like pulling the speakers near me and why i like to listen to all sorts of rubbish music all the time, ITS BECAUSE IT DROWNS YOUR FUCKING VOICE, BITCH.
just imagine, someone drilling at your ear nonstop from the moment you wake up til you fall asleep. and it's not along the lines of whispering sweet nothings, more of a grating noise.
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