venting.

1.

This piece is gonna have a lot of my favorite words, kinda like how you were my favorite person.

I think you ruined my birthday. We barely even lasted a year so I don't know why you left such a goddamn mark. (My mom would yell at me for using that word.)

You ruined my fucking birthday.

I let you in and you told me you wouldn't hurt me like the others and then you do it. I am so stupid because I knew this was going to happen and I should have stopped it the second you did it.

I let you yell like the pooch you are and what the fuck did you do to me.

I hate you.

No one agrees with you. Not even your boyfriend, who you abuse over and over.

I hate you because I know exactly what he's feeling. I feel like I'm in his brain right now and I hate it.

I hate how you make me want to curl up in a ball and let you kick me.

She is better than you'll ever be as a friend, as a person, and she has the same name. But of course you always have to be the first. You have to be the first for everything.

You're like drugs. I love you.