Hi-yo

i want to burn all of your shit it is in the next room over i could run my fingers along the wood of your perfect, loving guitar caress it in my arms like you used to do to me and then take it to the back window of your fucking ugly red car it's not even that nice of a car you pretentious prick i could burn up that painting i made for you for christmas last year snap the dvd i bought you in half and use it to rip up your clothes i could wreck every single bit of you like you did to me and you keep doing you said you're not selfish that i was the only one to think so but you didn't even wait ONE FUCKING WEEK and i'm here starving as a stupid