When the cold of winter comes, starless night will cover day
Its all over. Its all over. I've suffered, bled, and died, and now I lay in interminable, unbreakable grief. Nothing can help. Nothing save horrible revenge. So I will lay here till my eyes are cracked and bloody, and I will lay here while cruel love springs into the chill autumn air, blossoms, withers, and dies with the unmerciful realization that love is horrible, and that you cannot possibly hope to solve so quickly and impatiently what I tried nearly a year to heal.
I'm dissapointed in both of you. Both that you would do this to me, and that you don't value our friendship as much as the possibility of some saccarine-sweet relationship created from totally blind coincidence.
Know that your 'love' is borne out of more anguish and pain than I have ever experienced before.
I pray to god you are satisfied.
I'm dissapointed in both of you. Both that you would do this to me, and that you don't value our friendship as much as the possibility of some saccarine-sweet relationship created from totally blind coincidence.
Know that your 'love' is borne out of more anguish and pain than I have ever experienced before.
I pray to god you are satisfied.