Fuck... My ears.
10 gauge in about two weeks, I think.
I don't remember much anymore. My head is drained on school. I don't have time to do anything for a long period of time. Which is why going out to hang out with people is a horrible Idea... but it was the only thing that kept me from driving my car over a bridge.
But different people care about me now. People do want me around. They're finally fucking getting it. Getting it about me. About how I am.
And shithead's not around anymore. But I'm tired of the lies, so I don't mind it. I am pretty sure I can live without him now, because I'm tired of feeling like a piece of rotting corpse over him. If you love someone, you shouldn't feel that way about him. You shouldn't have to think about kissing him after he's gone and kissed his girlfriend. That's not what love is. If it was love... there would be no other girlfriend.
And why the fuck do I need that? I don't. I don't need fucked up things like that happening. I have enough going on. I have enough to keep me occupied.
I mean... look at all I've done since he poured all this down the drain? I've done a lot fucking more than when I was with him. I'm a different person. I feel I'm better without him, now. So...
FUCK ALL THAT. FUCK ALL THE TIMES I CRIED OVER HIM. FUCK ALL THE TIMES I WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND GAVE HIM MY FUCKING MONEY. FUCK HEARING THEM TALKING BEHIND THE WINDOW. FUCK THAT SMILE THAT SAYS SUCK MY DICK. FUCK SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND.
Because... I think I've gotten my revenge. I just wish she knew now. Of course, he would deny it. She would believe him. And then what? Nothing. And even if they broke up? Then what? Nothing. Because he's not good enough for me. I have better things to worry about.
I don't even care about being friends anymore. Friends don't ask for money, get it, then split.
Fuck that.
Fuck it all.
At least I've never cheated on anybody. And I never will.
10 gauge in about two weeks, I think.
I don't remember much anymore. My head is drained on school. I don't have time to do anything for a long period of time. Which is why going out to hang out with people is a horrible Idea... but it was the only thing that kept me from driving my car over a bridge.
But different people care about me now. People do want me around. They're finally fucking getting it. Getting it about me. About how I am.
And shithead's not around anymore. But I'm tired of the lies, so I don't mind it. I am pretty sure I can live without him now, because I'm tired of feeling like a piece of rotting corpse over him. If you love someone, you shouldn't feel that way about him. You shouldn't have to think about kissing him after he's gone and kissed his girlfriend. That's not what love is. If it was love... there would be no other girlfriend.
And why the fuck do I need that? I don't. I don't need fucked up things like that happening. I have enough going on. I have enough to keep me occupied.
I mean... look at all I've done since he poured all this down the drain? I've done a lot fucking more than when I was with him. I'm a different person. I feel I'm better without him, now. So...
FUCK ALL THAT. FUCK ALL THE TIMES I CRIED OVER HIM. FUCK ALL THE TIMES I WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND GAVE HIM MY FUCKING MONEY. FUCK HEARING THEM TALKING BEHIND THE WINDOW. FUCK THAT SMILE THAT SAYS SUCK MY DICK. FUCK SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND.
Because... I think I've gotten my revenge. I just wish she knew now. Of course, he would deny it. She would believe him. And then what? Nothing. And even if they broke up? Then what? Nothing. Because he's not good enough for me. I have better things to worry about.
I don't even care about being friends anymore. Friends don't ask for money, get it, then split.
Fuck that.
Fuck it all.
At least I've never cheated on anybody. And I never will.
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Don't be so shy next time you are naked in a graveyard.