Wednesday, September 26, 2007
i hate you so much that i want you to never talk to me again. EVER. you infuriate me. i don't even care that there are 9 days left. i don't want those days to end at all, i don't want to see you. i don't want to be anywhere near you. i don't want to hear yr voice or see yr face or any of that shit. i can't even talk to you anymore. it just turns into an argument because i'm hurting and yr a cocksucker. so what's the fucking point? THERE IS NONE. that's what the fucking point is. you got all stressed and not nice, so i got super bitchy. you told me when i'm ready to talk about something else to let you know. so i told you i was done. and that, as of this moment, there is NO possibility for the future. you didn't respond. so i said "this is bullshit. i'll text you next friday to see what time on saturday." and that's that. i will not text you prior to that. in fact, the percent chance that i even respond to any text you might send is nil. don't fucking talk to me, don't even fucking think of me. think of all the girls you can meet and the magical times you'll have with them. i'm so tired of you and yr ineptness with relationships and yr willingness to cause someone who loved you so much SO MUCH PAIN. you tell me you just want things to be ok, and to get along, and to be friends. well fuck that. friends is done. pinback will happen, i will go home that night and never see you again. you don't get what you want. you get NOTHING. you can fuck off. if you don't need me, then i won't be there for you. i want NOTHING to do with you after going to the show.. i don't care anymore. i don't have the energy for you or the games you have played with me anymore. i wish you would just get rid of the cd i made you, and forget i even exist. i went on match today and emailed back some guys i'm not interested in just so i can go out and meet dudes that aren't you. that aren't stupid fat bastards who aren't even cute. you have nothing to offer me, you can't fix anything, you are unable to even cook anything for yrself. how the fuck did i ever think we could get married, have a family, and grow old together? i don't want to grow old with a stupid sissy boy who won't even make a good father. i need a tall, handsome man who is good with his hands and who knows how to use his tongue when kissing me. i don't care if we are perfect complements, yr fucking useless and i want nothing to do with you anymore.
i hope some girl breaks yr heart and you writhe and think about how great i was to you, how perfect we were together, and then you realize that I'M GONE FOREVER. fuck you, tom. i hate you, for real this time.
i hope some girl breaks yr heart and you writhe and think about how great i was to you, how perfect we were together, and then you realize that I'M GONE FOREVER. fuck you, tom. i hate you, for real this time.
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