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I hate you
I hate your family
I hate the very time we met
I wish you would just go to hell
And kiss my ass on the way
I hate the way you made me hate you
I hate the way you are still out there,
Somewhere
And I hate that you don’t just go die
Why don’t you just go straight to hell
But somehow, I still wish you loved me
Baby, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Time flies by
Damn, it makes me sick
That somehow sums up how I feel right now. God, am I supposed to feel like this after all these years? I feel like I let me be walked all over all those years. And told people I liked it, or I might as well have. And now, looking back, I wonder why I did it. WHY? No more, that's for sure. That was written for a boy who broke my heart, in spectacular fashion. Asked me to marry him, went away, said he'd come get me in six months when he got his crap together, and called me four months later on VALENTINES DAY to tell me that he got some girl pregnant, he was sorry, but he was marrying her that day. And, somehow, it goes out to every other man I have ever been with, loved, and been treated like CRAP by.
If you're reading this, sis, know that you're not the only person feeling like shit right now. I've been a regular crab for about a week...today, a little depressed. Seriously. I've been a regular bitch just about for six days. I don't mean to, but I can't help it. I am nice to only Elijah, and Sophia, but I do snap at her sometimes...you know, when you tell someone to change her clothes for the twentieth time that day, IT GETS OLD. Fast. Enough of that.
Changing my music, to something that doesn't involve...hate? Not the word, but close.
New kids. Ok. I guess. I don't feel lovey, but maybe this will help. Something has to.
I miss my sister, I haven't talked to her in what, a week, and I'm having withdrawl pains. I really am. For a few days, I was ok, but now, I miss her SO BAD. I just texted her, but she probably won't be awake to answer. She will call me tomorrow, if she can, but I will sit here missing her until then.
I normally don't stay up, but my husband is out drinking, and I hate to be awaken by the door bell....
or the phone.
Better go. Lots of love!
I hate your family
I hate the very time we met
I wish you would just go to hell
And kiss my ass on the way
I hate the way you made me hate you
I hate the way you are still out there,
Somewhere
And I hate that you don’t just go die
Why don’t you just go straight to hell
But somehow, I still wish you loved me
Baby, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Time flies by
Damn, it makes me sick
That somehow sums up how I feel right now. God, am I supposed to feel like this after all these years? I feel like I let me be walked all over all those years. And told people I liked it, or I might as well have. And now, looking back, I wonder why I did it. WHY? No more, that's for sure. That was written for a boy who broke my heart, in spectacular fashion. Asked me to marry him, went away, said he'd come get me in six months when he got his crap together, and called me four months later on VALENTINES DAY to tell me that he got some girl pregnant, he was sorry, but he was marrying her that day. And, somehow, it goes out to every other man I have ever been with, loved, and been treated like CRAP by.
If you're reading this, sis, know that you're not the only person feeling like shit right now. I've been a regular crab for about a week...today, a little depressed. Seriously. I've been a regular bitch just about for six days. I don't mean to, but I can't help it. I am nice to only Elijah, and Sophia, but I do snap at her sometimes...you know, when you tell someone to change her clothes for the twentieth time that day, IT GETS OLD. Fast. Enough of that.
Changing my music, to something that doesn't involve...hate? Not the word, but close.
New kids. Ok. I guess. I don't feel lovey, but maybe this will help. Something has to.
I miss my sister, I haven't talked to her in what, a week, and I'm having withdrawl pains. I really am. For a few days, I was ok, but now, I miss her SO BAD. I just texted her, but she probably won't be awake to answer. She will call me tomorrow, if she can, but I will sit here missing her until then.
I normally don't stay up, but my husband is out drinking, and I hate to be awaken by the door bell....
or the phone.
Better go. Lots of love!