this is my conversation with lala.

wasn't it good enough for you to just know.
why'd you have to be such a shithead to go digging your own grave?
sometimes it would do you good if you just listened to your messed up head for once.
if you'd only listen, missy.
you're such a spoiled rotten little.
its been proven, misery loves you.
why, oh why.

i knew "you" are out to make an ass out of me, again.

i'm sorry, i miss you.