Left on read.
Somber




Y’know I find that shit annoying?
Being left on read.
(Read.)
(Read.)
It’s crappy,
I deal with this simple problem all the time.
Like, am I just not interesting enough?
Or: Do they not like me?
It’s super hard
To guess why they keep playin’ me like a bard.
I don’t like it, my emotions getting played like a fiddle.
(Diddle diddle diddle, like a fiddle)
I guess they don’t like me, keep playing me, 
Belittling me: It’s fucking annoying.




Another thing: I just plain hate people.
They’ve always gotten on my nerves.
(Fuck you Issac, especially you, die please, you’ve caused too much pain.)
It’s late while I’m writing this, so it’s not making too much sense, is it?
Sorry, but I’m too lazy to fuck with this after I finish it and then head to bed.
To be honest, I just want this all to be over.
I want a King Crimson to erase my time.
(Haha, JoJokes.)