Thursday, October 27, 2005


Why do you do this to me? Who the hell do you think you are? I'm not just a toy that you can cast aside and take out whenever you feel like it. I feel like shit. You make me feel like shit. Stop bothering me! I said I'm fine. I'm always fine. I'll be fine. No, really. I always cry afterwards. It helps. You should try it. Why? I did everything right. I deserve being happy. I'm afraid that I can never be happy. I FUCKING HATE YOU! I Fucking Hate You! i fucking hate you. You never did love me. I know that now. You never will. You are free. Atlast, I am free.

You can start beating again...Hopefully an omen