25 February, 2012 | 1:13 AM | 0 privatepaintings
I wonder why we're call a family when we can't even love, or act like we love.I don't know what we've become but i'll never expect things to become better cuz I know i'll end up being more dissapointed than I already am.
What's said is said. What's done is done. I'll never forget that it's you who cause all this fucking hatred and hurt. Someday, I'll do to you what you've done to me. I'll leave you with scars to remind you of how you've left me with mine.