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Aug 07, 2005 01:37

Do you think I ever gave two shits about you? Maybe I acted like it, but I didn't. I felt sorry for you, dumbass. So go to Hell. I know you didn't care about me when we went out, and to tell you the truth, I never really liked you much either. Lie to me all you want, but at the end you're the loser left standing with nothing but the past eating you alive, biting at your ankles and working it's way up to your throat. You're going to drown in everything you've fucked up in the past. And you know what. I think you deserve it. So laugh while you smoke a joint, thinking you're cool. You're friendless. You've had no one to help you through this. You complain all the time that you have no friends and that you're lonely and you do nothing. Well, genius, anyone could tell you it's because you're a lifeless piece of shit that doesn't give a rats ass about people who would take a bullet for you. Maybe you should put down the pot, open your eyes, leave your damn basement and realize that someone in the world needs you, someone loves you, someone hates you and you know what. You're cared about. But you won't be if you continue on the path you're on now. Always telling me you love me, turning around and saying you don't. Fuck you. You have no idea the pain you put people though. Congratulations. You can hurt someone but I hope this hurts you as much as you hurt me. You're fucking sick. You're sick-minded and you do this for your own amusement because you have nothing better to do. I'm glad I didn't see your fucking face all damn summer. I hate you. I really do. You're one of the very few people I actually hate and I wish you the worst life possible. I don't do this often. But you deserve it. You deserve it after all the fucking pain and agony you put me through so swallow this. I hope you fill your lungs with smoke, your eyes with tears and your heart with weights and you feel so fucking bad for everything you've done. You make me so angry I want to murder something. I want to never speak to you again. I almost want to waste time getting back at you. After all, I wasted all this time writing this to you and you'll never fucking read it. Let alone know, it's about you.
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