I Don't Fucking Care

My whole life, I worked. Everything I own is not mine. No one ever seems to call on the telephone to make sure IM fine. People whisper behind my back, they yak, about shit they know nothing about. I wish they would choke on a nut, and think about kissing my Butt if their lips were worthy enough. do you think I could possibly care, how you believe I am? do you really think I could give a fucking damn about who you are. I could careless about anything, you mean nothing to me. god should of made you a bug to get squashed by me. I hope you die, and roll up and cry from being alone. I don't give a shit, what kind of Little hut your living in or what kind of shit you've been going through your white trash and you know its true, I don't care what kind of inbred man you've got feeding out of your hand he probably has lice, Buts its okay I understand. I could never care about someone like you, I hope you hit your head on your bed and never wake up, and you know every morning you look NASTY with out your makeup. you are my ground when I walk, you are the chatter box that will never shut up. You are a meaningless mind, a meaningless heart that I couldn't give a rats ass about. You are a raining pout, you never watch out for the walls you run in to I cannot stand a single thing about you. Because I don't fucking care, get it through your thin blonde hair. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 04:54 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 16