10:34 p.m.
October 24, 2002
This is bullshit. I don't have to put up with this. Let me outta here. Bull. Shit. All of yas, pushin shit on me, Damn.
I think I'll sing about it.
This is dedicated to no one in particular, but rather dedicated to the world in general, when the world stresses me out.
abused
(10/24/02)
Pushing me around like a piece of shit
And I'm worrying about you
And you take advantage of me
And you're taking me for granted
And I'm worrying about you
And you're bugging me
And you're abusing me
And I'm caving in
And I'm so fucking weak
Because it never ends
And it's every day
And it's all the time
And you make me feel worthless
Like it's such a crime
To be weak