It’s a fight everyday picking what side to sway. Your audience around you influences what you do. Nothing you say is genuine, words sharper then knives. It’s time you get over yourself, and start living your own fucking life.
Is it hard not knowing who you truly are? Have you forgotten from where you came? You’re nothing now but and image an a lie, you’re life is a god damn game.
You’re drowning in a flood of your own deciet. You’re walking through your own shit storm. One day you’ll ask for the hand that was always there. Your made up reality on your shoulders, cracking under the weight. Now you’re alone, And I no longer care.
Your life is a fucking game.
How ignorant they’re going to get at the carriers final show… You know.. The one in Boston… With COA… Lolz. Will be fun regardless!
You’re just mad Jordan is better looking then you, that’s why your “boy-toy” likes her better. Don’t talk shit about my beard.

Watching scream. Then playing MW3. Work tomorrow. Bawllllzzzz.
Hello
