Saturday ~ 02 September: "Back-Stabbed (part II)"
So I'm back. The blood? Oh it's all dried up by now. You really drove that thing in deep. Didn't really think I'd make it through, but I did. In true cockroach fashion. Isn't that what you consider me? A roach? Some insect on the underside of your shoe, waiting for the big splat at the end? Of course you do. Why should you feel that pain, the not knowing whether you're going to make it the day, the next hour...fuck, the next five minutes!
Talk about betrayal. I thought I could trust you, and when I finally open up to you, you try to kill me. Now what does that say about you? What should it say about you? You saw me for what I am, and cringed.
Was it vanity that made you do it? Couldn't stand the fact that I was just that Ugly, and you were that Pretty, that it just never could work? Screw the reputations, go with your gut. Heh, that's funny, me saying that, you probably don't have a gut; no stomach to even hold an ounce of water and a salad even. But that's being ugly. Which, oddly enough is what I am. Ugly.
And you betrayed my trust and my life. All because your reputation and image would've been ruined. Stupid, vain bitch.
Talk about betrayal. I thought I could trust you, and when I finally open up to you, you try to kill me. Now what does that say about you? What should it say about you? You saw me for what I am, and cringed.
Was it vanity that made you do it? Couldn't stand the fact that I was just that Ugly, and you were that Pretty, that it just never could work? Screw the reputations, go with your gut. Heh, that's funny, me saying that, you probably don't have a gut; no stomach to even hold an ounce of water and a salad even. But that's being ugly. Which, oddly enough is what I am. Ugly.
And you betrayed my trust and my life. All because your reputation and image would've been ruined. Stupid, vain bitch.