A Gothic Romance: Red Roses for the Devil's Whore

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Hey, asshole

Just like WHAT THE HELL!

I hate him! Hate him! I want him to fucking die! I mean..

How come it's so hard just to push 10 puttons on a freakin dial-tone goddamn phone and say my first name and just hang up JUST SO THAT I CAN GET OVER IT

Okay FINE it's not your fault if you don't love me, it's not your fault I'm so stupid, but if making it end, if making all the pain end for me is so easy, WHY DON'T YOU JUST DO IT?

Do you LIKE seeing me suffer or what?

Jerk.

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