xspooky

He's gone.
I kicked him out.
And I punched in the face a couple times.
I hope I left bruises.

All I know is when you lose someone's shit, you apologize to them and try to find the person that stole it. Not sit in the car and mope because you got yelled at for taking their stuff without permission and getting it stolen.
I know he never loved me and I know he was only using me to get off the streets. And when shit started getting bad, he didn't have to stay. No one forced him to be here.
I hope he fucking falls off a train. I hate him so much.
I don't care if that's immature.
God, my mind is so scrambeled up I can't even think of what words to type.

Fuck you, Haze.
I gave you everything I fucking could and you couldn't even man up enough to give me a simple apology. It wasn't about the fact that my shit got stolen. It was about the fact that it always has to be about you, that you're so fucking blind to the world that you refuse to open your eyes and GROW UP.
You turned twenty today and you still act like you're ten.
I know you're going to go on and talk shit about me and tell people how fucked up of a bitch I was but it doesn't bother me. All it does is show how immature you really are and the fact that I'm still on your mind.
Happy birthday, man. Hopefully you grow up one day.

I hope I don't miss you. I know I won't miss the anger.
But the smiles you you used to give me and the way you held me in your arms... I think I'll miss that.

I really wish I could stop crying, but thears won't stop running down my face.

Fuck you for doing this.