Feb 20, 2006 19:00
I really hate you sometimes.
You have made life terrible, and though you shouldn't matter this much, you do.
You do, and I hate you for it.
Fuck you: You wanna be friends? Then ACT like it, asshole. When I say I'd like to hang out, I mean it. We used to hang out and it was good. What the fuck became so wrong about me calling you? So forget it. That was the last time.
You can shove it up your ass.
I refuse to let you be this important to me.
Maybe it won't matter to you. Maybe you'll forget about me and we'll fall completely apart, forever; Or maybe it will matter.
I'd prefer that.
I hope you feel something, anything, for the fact that we aren't even friends anymore. I hope you feel guilty. I hope you hurt.
I hope you call me so I can hang up the phone.
Leave. Go away. Be anywhere but here.
London will only take me so far away from you.
I am TIRED of feeling STUPID because of you. I wish I'd never met you.
I won't be worthless anymore.
the beginning of the end