OK so there are going to be lots of swearing in this, if you happen to be reading it and you hateswearing, please leave - You wouldn't want your eyes to be contaminated and neither do I.
If not then, by all means, read on pretty pretties (:

She doesn't know what's fuc***g happening to her.
She just couldn't figure it out.
It's so fuc***g annoying.
It happens every fuc***g time during every fuc***g year.
What the hell is wrong, really?
She's fed up now.
She repels herself, she really does.
She's like a puppet that lost her strings.
Sloppy, limp, lifeless.
She pretends to be lively.
Sings out songs cheerily.
Her mind is occupied by things that are meant to be there.
Because there are things that ought to be there, and are more important than what were already there.
Or at least that's what the others say.
The others.
Oh yes, them.
They are fuc***g important aren't they.
They are the shades of grey haunting in her life.
Dear Lord, is there a way out of this?
'When she was just a girl
She expected the world'
and what did she get, exactly?
Guess no one would fuc***g care.
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I guess one reason I'm posting this here is that nobody's gonna read it
It's kinda soothing in a way
Bye for now, then
I love you all
and no, she's not gonna die or anything
It would be too much of an effort if not a waste.
xxxI