Is it too much to ask? Just for a little respect? A dash of decency? To treat me correctly?
Apparently, That's a lot to ask out of friends.
This is why I'm done with all of you.
I hope you're reading it and getting the message.
I want you to treat me nicely or we can't be friends.
Stop toying with me.
I hate it more than douchebags wearing sandals playing an acoustic guitar.
Don't laugh at that. I'm angry at you.
So, stop, those of you who this pertains to, and you know who are.
I want to be your friend.
Not your suckish other half.
Because that person sucks.

-MissVonHusen

Where the time and tempo fly.

" Dreams where the umbrella is folded, Into the path you are hurled, and the cards are no good that you're holding unless they're from another world."

     Dreams frighten me to probably the highest extent possible. Almost as much as...trains. I hate trains, but now I'm straying from the topic. Sorry. Anyway, I don't know why, but dreams are scarier than reality for me, because if they're really amazing  and perfectly fit to how you want your life to be, they're the most dangerous, because then, it takes a turn for the worst. Your star-crossed relationship is finally being resolved with that one special kiss, it''s all you need to reach all you've ever needed to be happy then.... BAM! It hits you like a brick to the face. It's called reality. So, wake up! and smell the putrid, phony roses. Welcome to the real world. Welcome to a fucked up existence. Welcome one, welcome all... to the amusement park of cruelty.

Where the operators plan your fall.

-MissVonHusen

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So, this is how it's gotta be...

" Everything I do is bittersweet, you could tell me secrets I'd probably repeat. I'm not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak. It feels like we're pulling teeth.

                                          So bittersweet."

   

    I've never had a tooth pulled before, but if I imagine it's anything like what I feel right now. It hurts. The only difference is, the pain of pulling a tooth out goes away. This has shown no signs of leaving. Picture my "hate" for you as a pain killer. Every time I take it, I feel loads better, like I'm in a dream, but then I crash. Deeper and deeper every time I get a new dosage. Fathoms deep. This has suddenly become a cancerous infection. It's not going away. 

Not until I'm dead.

-Miss Von Husen