You play with me like a kid down the block. Weaklings.

Since I have also deleted my Twitter, in addition to my Instagram and Tumblr (Facebook to follow), I have nowhere to express my fucking emotions but here. So deal with it, cool?

Alright, here we go.

It's called a "sacrifice", ever heard of that before?

Yes, I did it not because I am so willing to. I did it because I am protecting myself. After all, "Prevention is better than cure." Oh hey look, we're on the same page there. I'm a master of my own game, mister. I know when to quit. It was a fight not worth taking. It was a fight I couldn't win.

Because you know what, I'm just so tired of getting involved with a lot of mess. (Rule No. 1: You don't exist) (Rule No. 2: It can't get messy if you don't exist) (Rule No. 3: If it gets messy, then game over) Friends, family, boys, etc. Screw you... all of you. A, R, J, V, go suck your own balls. The next time I hit the mall, I'm buying that new book.

I'm moving on to the next batch. Screw you. You play with me like a kid down the block. Weaklings.

Note: This is me when I get hurt. I'm sorry.