Who the hell are you?
To say all that shit to me. You don’t know how hard I train, you don’t know my dreams. So don’t you dare tell me that I’m not good enough and not trying. I put all I have into every workout I do, it’s not my fault you’re not around to see it. You’re suppose to support me in everything I do, isn’t that what parents are suppose to do? When I win, I hope you regret everything you said, because the little girl you thought you had is gone.
Laugh Lines
this is the ballad
of the salad
When you get into a fight..
this is how you think you look:
but this is how you really look:
