I only want the worst for you. The way you make me feel is just so unfair. They way you treat me is so disrespectful and rude and embarrassing. And as hard as it is for me to admit it, I just want you back in my life. But I could never bring myself to do something so low. So good luck with your life, good luck with your future. I hope you lie your way to the top and are very happy up there. I wish you the best of luck and I hope you will realize one day that you slowly killed me with every word that came out of your mouth.
You have successfully made me cry so much that I am out of tears for the night. Congratulations. I hope you feel like a real man. I'm so sick of life taking a shit on me. What did I do? Ugh. And this whole Prom court is really taking a toll on me. People look at me even more like I don't belong at high school than before. I'm sick of all the staring, I'm sick of all the whispers. I never did anything to you. I kept to myself and will continue to do so. I don't feel like EVER coming out my shell ever again.
And you? That hurt too. Every word you typed hurt me. And I know it wasn't attacking me directly but I know it was an attack in my general direction. You could not be more wrong by the way. So just shut up because you just sound stupid when noise comes out of your mouth. They aren't words, just useless noise. So why does it affect me so much? I have no idea. But you are all breaking me and when there is nothing left, it will be your fault and I do blame all of you. So I hope you are happy.
Oh! And I need to lose weight. I'm getting so fat. When I look in the mirror, I see this ugly, fat, retard who will never every be able to amount to anything. Gosh, I hate high school so much. I wish I was pretty, I wish I was cool, I with I was one of them. They seem to have their shit together.
Now that I have successfully spilled my feelings I'm going to go. Maybe if I cry myself to sleep tonight I'll feel better in the morning. Good night.
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