y dost thou treat me dis way,y dont u make any sense,y art thou such a pain?
who created thee,u pestilance 2 my soul
u n ur fellow horsemen of d apocalpyse –
pro/II,d great deceiver dat leaves me at utter war wit my stupidity
lab reports,dat leave my mind famishd
d 1st yrs,who leave me wishin 4 death theirs of course
yes,i cn b so melodramatic