There goes my life.

I've gone through all the boys in one group.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
I'm so gross.
God.
Go shoot yourself you damn whore.
Being over weight from ice cream never felt so good.
I don't know what I want anymore.
I don't know who I want anymore.
Someone please fix me.
Fix me to not be this person.
Plain and simple.
I'm an attention craving whore.
And I want it for all the wrong reason.
From all the wrong people.
Maybe tonight ill end it.
End my existence.
Sounds good to me.
Humph.
Bye.