She is a fucking tramp, bitch, backstabber whore

You can NOT waste any more time when you already waste your all life. You can't smile a thirsty wishful smile because you can't even scream to the asshole you hate. "I'm FUCKING TIRED OF PUTTING UP WITH HER, SMACK HER, SMASH HER!!! SHE IS A DIRTY BACKSATABBING WHORE" it feels good to write it but it has to feel much better to act the words I had wrote(SMAKE HER, SMACHING HER, just this until she beg to stop). Words can hurt more but what feels better is to say to her "YOU ARE A BACKSTABBING WHORE".

P.S.:The photo has nothing to do with the parragraph or it has to do everything with the paragraph??? mmm....

the sea is driven by a constant heart rush

If we recollect every drop of tear we cry, we could make a sea out of it. If we could recollect what we felt every time our heart was broke we could make a sea driven by a constant heart rush. And the feeling would last long and the misery would be strong. But finally love will be a negligent sentiment and misery would be the point for driving through the suffering sea. The waves would be the sorrow and the water the optic which makes the movement the infliction in chest.

That whale is gonna eat me!

"The big white whale is going to eat me!!!, but wait I forgot to do some shopping at that store in Manhattan well I'll go next time I'm around. uuuuh! I almost forgot I have to go buy that shoes at the store, mmm… well it has to be later, maybe when I get out of this I could go and apply for that job at that building, they say their bathrooms are like hotels rooms, I should work there i think I deserve it. And what's the deal with Lisa JEEZZ! she thinks she is ALL THAT AND OMG SHE IS NOT, I wonder if Kevin still like her, well I don't think so she dress pretty bad for him to like her...."and next thing you know the big white whale eat her.

while my thoughts where smoking a cigarette...

Thoughts are simple little strangers, that from nowhere jump in your head and make a statement meant for you to follow. They have such power that they influence your mind into do what they told you to. Crazy little strangers, I wish they had never existed but thinking about it...wait! here they go again making me think that they're worth something. So it all make sense, when I make an action based on my thoughts. So while my thoughts where smoking a cigarette I was making an action base on them.