I'm so tired of people saying anything about you. I've heard your name more times today then I've heard in a long time and it makes me fucking sick. I've heard hypotheticals of if you were my friend, and it makes me gag. You're the only person on this earth, that I hate more than myself. You fucking ruined me. Before you, I was happy and healthy and full of life. I wasn't terrified of commitment and I didn't have trust issues this bad. But after you, I turned sad. I turned dark. Cold. After you broke me in half, and then set me on fire, I fell in love after while. The one thing I never thought I'd ever be able to do, and I did. And because of you. Because of what you did. I can't bring myself to express it. I can't bring myself to give a fuck about how I feel anymore because you ruined me. I hope your fucking happy, with your perfect whore and your kid that's not even fucking yours. I hope your so happy. Because I'm not.
