Jan 17, 2005 18:41
I hold up FIVE FINGERS to the boy who made me cry...
thank you VERY much!
If i weren't half-drunk right now, i'd be a-crying.
But you don't deserve any tears dearie...
You can't make me cry anymore. You don't deserve these tears... I *am* perfectly capable of being strong.
Feck you for making a strong person like me cry...
No one should make others feel as horrible...
I don't care if you never love me... I don't care at all. I'm through this love business. FECK LOVE! I'm going to be a spinster ALL the rest of my life, because silly boys like you can't see just how wonderful I could be...
And i can be wonderful... I WILL be wonderful, and YOU are going to miss-out on what a great person I can be.
I hate you. I love you. You make me absolutely miserable. FIVE TIMES CRYING: Are you happy now?
Does *that* appease your thirst for misery over love Aphrodite?
Does *that* mollify your aversion for the wickedly in love?
Are you exultant to see me fail once, twice and thrice?
I get the picture. I'm bound to be alone. If that be the case, then please just rip out my heart, seeing as i won't be needing it.