Dear Niall,
It's kind of funny how someone can go from be completely infatuated with someone (or at least seemed to be), to being a complete jackass to the person they were once infatuated with. Does that story ring a bell Niall?? Hmmm, I guess not huh, babe? It's okay though. I'm getting better, fuck I am better. I don't need you. I don't need anyone, including myself. As my wrists cry tears of red, I think back to all of the times you said "Please stop. I care about you." THAT IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT NIALL AND YOU KNOW IT! FUCK YOU, FUCK LIFE. WHY THE FUCK AM I SPENDING MY FUCKING TIME WRITING TO SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT ME.... God I have to let you know how I feel. I want to text you, but I know you won't reply. I have nothing to lose, right?
To Niall: I fucked up so bad Niall. I fucking fucked up. I'm not asking for sympathy, fuck, I promise you that's not what I'm aiming for. I just want to let you know that you make me feel like shit. I am shit, but you made me realize it. Thank you Niall. You will never hear from me again, I promise.
That'll do right?? I hope so. I'm done right now. There's so much blood Niall. So fucking much blood Niall. The crazy thing is, I welcome it. I welcome the pain because it takes my mind off of you for awhile.
Im breaking,
K.M.
