I exist quietly I’m alone Computer and phone When you’re mad at me It’s just me and my insanity After I’ve bled I crave sleeo Silent thoughtful weep I’ll just sit here on my bed Trying to escape my head
Read more →Dear Max, yes i just used your name in this. you broke up with me on Friday night. OVER SKYPE VIDEO CALL. i don’t fucking care that you cried or that it wasn’t “easy for you”. you started out the conversation not wanting to leave me. WHAT A JOKE. you stood me up at my
Read more →checked my mail today and sure enough there was your first name with my last name on a piece of mail; did you do that just to remind me you’re still alive and you’ll always be around? or is it some cruel joke serendipity is playing on me on a day following nightmares? you know
Read more →Dear Tyler, I remember you would always tell me to open up. I guess a part of me always wanted to, but I was afraid of what would happen. I was afraid of being hurt, I guess, as cliché as that may seem. You told me I could trust you. You told me you would
Read more →I really try hard not to embarrass you. Until recently, I wasn’t even aware that my behavior was “abnormal” — really, I was just having a little fun. Now I know, and I can’t stop thinking about it. All this shit makes so much more sense now — why you are hesitant to speak to
Read more →Dear you. I could hate you every single day of my life. I could scream at you for hours. I could lose control, and probably beat you senseless but it wouldn’t change that fact that I’m never gonna let this go. I’m never gonna let go of what a liar and a cheater you are.
Read more →From here on out. I’m done. I’ve made promises, I’ve tried to keep them as best I could. I’ll try to keep the rest as best I can. But this last week has been to much drama. This last month has sent everyone into one big web of lies and hidden objectives. Enough is enough.
Read more →Dear boy, Please stop coming to visit me at work and talking to me about everything and anything for hours. I liked you almost two years ago when you didn’t want me. Now, you talk to me about your girl problems and how you wish you had someone like me. But now it’s too late.
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