Can't you see that you are the last person I want to talk to? I want to be mad at you. I find a pure rush of happiness with every glare and loathing comment I make, and yet you are back again. Don't you get that no matter how hard you try, I will never forgive you? You are dead to me and I don't care about how you have "learned from your mistakes" because it is just empty word with no direction. You learned from your actions, I'm sure. You learned how to be the perfect a**hole and that is very hard to master. Consider it an accomplishment because not everyone can get the whole world to hate you. You became the king d*****. Here is a nice slap on the face for your prize. Now get the hell away from me.
Love loathing you
October 16, 2011