macabaret

this letter's for you, darling.


for all of you who said you cared. who said you'd always be there. for all of you who said you loved. for all of you who promised to ride out the rough waves. to all of you who otherwise lied to me, cheated me, ignored me, walked all over me:

i love you and thank you. it's made me who i am today; a cynical, sarcastic and bitter, yet loving and kind, life loving, strong, paranoid bitch.

::please hold your applause until the end::

but for all of those empty promises, out right blatant lies, ignored phonecalls and letters, the hurtful things you all said, i wish to you that karma will bite you right in the ass. hard. i hope your christmas is all but warm. i hope your new years starts off with your car randomly exploding. and i hope that all you can do is call me, so i can say, 'sorry, i'm busy.' so you'll be left all alone in your cold, dark life. :-)

no, i'm not angry. just reflective. yes, i'm lonely. not unbearably. no, i dont miss any of you. yes, i still wish on my stars. no, none of them will ever come true.

taste the beautiful pain in the poetry of love and loneliness. [funny how those two things coincide so often, isn't it? perhaps they have an affair we're all unaware about..]

let the applause flow.