jueves, 20 de enero de 2011

Shoot.

Words are like bullets. Once you fired, you can't take it back, you just have to cover up and wait for the impact, and the consequences.
Why the hell do I have to open my big and sharp mouth? Won't I ever learn that some people prefer their lives to be a big fat lie? And they have all the damn right.
Is that I frikin' enjoy to be honest. But thats just makes me a selfish bitch.

Remeber: More thinking. Less talking.