I may change this later but I've haven't been in the mood too type much.
No one is reviewing my stories anyway. But I type for me.
You don't get it do you?
I'm not a nice guy.
I don't cry. I don't show emotion.
Love, sympathy, empathy are meaningless wastes of energy.
What do you think that my father made me this way?
Most people assume he's a horrid person.
My father is a great man. He's stronger then anyone.
He buys me what ever I want. Takes me wherever I want to go.
When he's home, when he has time.
He's never struck me, punched me, kicked me, or hugged me.
I belong in Sytherin, just like him, the sorting hat saw it.
I'll stop at nothing to get what I want. To claim what is mine.
Sytherin's are cunning and always win in the end.
I am my father's son.
I'm proud to be a Malfoy; I will be a Malfoy until the day I die.
I don't need you.
You see nothing.
When I look at you I feel nothing.
I hold no love for you I hold no love for anyone.
Love is for the weak. For those who cannot live on their own.
I'm fine by myself.
I need no one least of all you.
You waste your love on me.
Your hope is foolish that I would ever admit anything to you.
There is nothing to admit.
I feel nothing.
Nothing.
No one is reviewing my stories anyway. But I type for me.
You don't get it do you?
I'm not a nice guy.
I don't cry. I don't show emotion.
Love, sympathy, empathy are meaningless wastes of energy.
What do you think that my father made me this way?
Most people assume he's a horrid person.
My father is a great man. He's stronger then anyone.
He buys me what ever I want. Takes me wherever I want to go.
When he's home, when he has time.
He's never struck me, punched me, kicked me, or hugged me.
I belong in Sytherin, just like him, the sorting hat saw it.
I'll stop at nothing to get what I want. To claim what is mine.
Sytherin's are cunning and always win in the end.
I am my father's son.
I'm proud to be a Malfoy; I will be a Malfoy until the day I die.
I don't need you.
You see nothing.
When I look at you I feel nothing.
I hold no love for you I hold no love for anyone.
Love is for the weak. For those who cannot live on their own.
I'm fine by myself.
I need no one least of all you.
You waste your love on me.
Your hope is foolish that I would ever admit anything to you.
There is nothing to admit.
I feel nothing.
Nothing.
