the truth is
the truth is i hate you. i hate everything u did to me. i hate all your little sick games. i wrote you a letter saying everything i wanted to say to u in the past few years. it was 2 pages long and i want to show it to u and show u how u make me sick. i want it to make u feel as awful as i did and do. but the truth is. i know u. i know u too well and i know im nothing more then a game to u. that that letter wont effect u. that no matter what i could do i cant win with u. that letter makes me so angery it made things worse because it just let all those doors open again and i want you to know i want you to hurt i want u to be the game. but it will never be that way. i want to go up to u and say fuck you for everything but i cant. im too scared. i want to punch you but ull just laugh. i hate you for all those things you made me feel. i hate you for those years. i hate you for everything. im afraid and i cant breath and i want to send you that letter but i couldnt because it would mean nothing to you. i never ment anything to you. i was never anyone to you. and i hate you for makeing me believe i was somehow special in you fucking eyes. so fuck off.