Thursday, March 7, 2013

two hundred-forty first.

dear (k)you,

GAME OVER. it's game over with the little boy.

I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT HIM AGAIN!

I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO HIM!

TO LOOK AT HIM!

TO TALK ABOUT HIM!

TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM!

I HOPE HIS ASS GETS WHIPPED BIG TIME, AND HIS EGO BE TRASHED EPICALLY.

i will no even write here what happened to make me say those words, but i want to feel nothing already. he doesn't deserve this. it may look like i lost this game, but really, it's him who lost. because he let someone like me go.

 

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