peek good bye

how ironic it is.

to re-read what i recently posted,

but im not feeling all that anymore.

In fact.

i feel so much worse.

its over.

done.

ive torn the pages of my diary regarding the withering relationship.

it marks the end of that chapter.

nothing can be written further,

re-written,

or re-edit.

as im feeling so exhausted, sick and extremely depressing,

he's out there,

in his friends' conpany,

enjoying his life,

like as if i didn exist.

why shud i be even writing this down?

he's been treating me like this for so ever long.

i HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if theres a knife, i rather stab him than a murderer who killed an innocent child.

okay.

maybe not.

but hell, i till hate him and his lies,

AND

his fucking cock!