Love100die's Journals

To You O'Danny BOY

â� Youâ�™re Damn Funeral Manâ�

The morning has been really fucking shitty. Why people have to continuously talk about me, is be oned me. I donâ�™t understand why people are like this. I really donâ�™t have to explain this. As much as it is burning in my brain. I donâ�™t want to make a big ordeal, but oh well. Its better I write it out than it is than it is to scream it out.

If dude had a Brain in his head, a Heart in his chest. Than he would realize that people may have their flaws, and may make mistakes, but fuck man, we are not all perfect anyways. If he wants to be like that. A mindless, thoughtless, ruthless, and so damn ignorant. Than fine be my fucking guest.

Just do me this one favor Dan! When you lie awake a night in your bed, wondering why you are still alone and empty inside, (friends will do you no good when u really need someone) and your sorry self-absorbed life you life is going no where, remember this! While am here doing what I do. Living life, and enjoying it while I can. Youâ�™re sitting on your ass, and writing shit to a person you nothing about. Just to piss me off or trying to make me cry (BOO FUCKING WHO BITCH, NO STILL ISNâ�™T WORKING.) Whatâ�™s that mean retard? Oh wait, I got it. Your wasting your time, youâ�™re not making any sense, you trying to put someone down, you nothing about. When you could be out their in the moshpit, punching someone in the face. Or better, what I did. PUNCH SOME CUNT IN THE THROT!

NMe, Kylie AnnN--Hereâ�™s a few lines that you may need to think about! Iâ�™m proud my life, and the things that I have done proud of myself and the loner Iâ�™ve become, youâ�™re free to whine, it will get you no far, I do just fine, I do just fine my room any my guitar.

NThis is you Oâ�™Danny Boy-N
You are a Faker (Admit It)

You are a Fraud (Admit It)

Yeah, youâ�™re living a lie (Hey) Living a lie (Hey) youâ�™re life is living a lie. You donâ�™t impress me (Admit It) you donâ�™t intimidate me (Admit It). WHY DONâ�T DONâ�™T YOU BOW DOWN GET ON THE GROUND, WALK THIS NFUCKING PLANK!N

You are nothing when you put others down. YOU ARE NOT A MAN, YOUR NOTHING BUT A LOWASS LITTLE BOY, Who gets his ENJOYMENT by putting down. You need to VANISH BOY, VANISH FROM PLANT FUCKING EARTH. We haven enough people like you, we really donâ�™t need any more like you. Honestly dude, be gone!

Shit that gives me an idea. Presenting, â�œIgnorant Be Goneâ� For those really uncivil people. No more of those pesky, Ignorant people begging ya. Like I always say, â�œOne spray a day keeps the ill-mannered away!â�

Oh by the way, youâ�™re calling me a whore, when your occupations say that you are a â�œMan Whoreâ� Wow thatâ�™s calling the kettle black. Whether you meant it or not, that still doesnâ�™t make it.

Sincerely- Kylie Ann Marie Oâ�™Malley

Say Anythings "Admit It"

~~I LOVE This Song. Its Badass, Hope u like it too.~~

Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldnâ�™t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, youâ�™re so post-modern
Youâ�™re diving face forward into a antiquated past
Itâ�™s disgusting, it's offensive, donâ�™t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, weâ�™re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

'Cause Iâ�™m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner Iâ�™ve become
Youâ�™re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner Iâ�™ve become
Youâ�™re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, youâ�™re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) youâ�™re life is living a lie
You donâ�™t impress me (admit it)
You donâ�™t intimidate me (admit it)
Why donâ�™t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you..)

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner Iâ�™ve become
Youâ�™re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!

I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled
Oh no, no, no, no, no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest

Stone Sour's "Bother"

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit