Three years ago, you crushed my dream, you ground it into dust and let it fly away.

And now, you're asking me to relive it like it never happened, like everything was normal and I still had it in me.

Well, this is you isn't it? You're always right, aren't you? Everything's too fucking good for you. Which is why you have no fucking friends. Because you never even looked inside your ugly selfish self and wonder what the heck was wrong with your hypocritical, self-conceited self. you sore loser


You're all talk and no substance. You're just living back in the past. If you adored and loved the past so much, why don't you just build a time machine and go back instead of whining and making our poor ears bleed it death?


Can't? Well, too bad for you.