Strip
I hate feeling confused. I hate not knowing what to do. I hate not knowing how to explain how I feel. And it's all because of you. Why are you so complicated? You're even more confusing than the mind of my cousin, whom we think lives in a world of his own. You are complexity defined. F*ck the opinions of others. I don't freaking care. Futile reasons and hidden emotional melodrama. They are tinting you from me. My little cathartic attacks dissolve my verbal filters. Vebal Diarrhea, here we come! Yeah, I know. Confusing as hell. Now we're even. Revenge is indeed bittersweet. Damn. I hate this type of feeling. I need to get rid of this. Shucks, I can't.