And today was a day just like any other.

And, surprisingly,







I'm okay.

2 days

All I want to do is love you.

Purfect.

When I was little there used to be all these cats that lived in my neighborhood. They were nice and we feed them. Then, slowly, there were less and less cats. Until there just weren't any.


I wonder what happened to those cats.








I miss them.

The release.

I fucking hate you so much.

I'm trying really hard not too. But this is hate. It's swelling from my heart.

And I can't even look at you. The more I think of you the more I think of how you made me feel.

Hate.

And the more I realize just how much you're affected me the angrier I get.
I don't know if it's more towards you, or me.

Hate.

And I'm furious that you were even able to affect me at all.

Hate.

So I hope this reaches you tonight. I hope you feel it in your sleep and that you dream of me.


I hope you wake up screaming.

You know,

I've been bitter for a long time. But the reason we're not friends anymore is definitely your fault.










I refuse to take the blame for this one.