i can already smell the new album. i have to have it.
i guess Bill Kaulitz is the most perfect being i ever laid my eyes on.


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k, fuck my life.
i think i hate her so fucking much.
it seems like she's picking on me. everything i fucking do is wrong.
i guess she is finding fault with me. fuck her.

why are you talking to others secretly when i have walked away?
if you not talking about me, then who are you fucking talking about?
maybe im paranoid, but im positive that she talks behind my fucking back.
people makes mistakes. people have feelings. so what if someone fucks your past?
it doesnt give a fucking right for you to fuck my life too.


this is the fucking reason i dont really like sharing my problems with you, motherfuckers!
you'll pretend like you give a fucking fuck and fucking forget it.

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he ate my heart, then he ate my brain ♥