"Give me ONE reason not to hurt you..."
Those words still resonate.
Biiiiitch! Who the fuck do you think you are?! NO ONE talks to me like that! I don't NEED you! ::click!::
That was the easiest break-up EVER.
Something about that threat really sparked the most intense hate in my heart, that I felt no remorse over cutting off that motherfucker instantaneously.
Now that I think about it, I'm lucky he didn't come after me with a butcher knife... or like... waited for me with a bat in hand, in the parking garage, after class.
I was able to do that because I didn't feel shit for him. It was the one and ONLY relationship I entered because I wanted attention. It's the only time I actually WANTED attention.
Upon hearing those words, something in my head snapped. I don't need this shit... why am I even putting up with this shit?
Astonishes me how easily others agree to hurt me. It's what keeps me from breaking out into tears the moment I realize what's going on... I just sit in silence, completely perplexed...
What... are you gaining from this?
It's also what convinces me I was a terrible person in the past. A murderous dictator or something... I do share my last name with a notorious Mexican one... perhaps it's that.
... and still, all I find myself wanting to do is make you smile. Todavia te adoro...
Someone needs to take a shovel to my head... I think I know numerous volunteers.
Those words still resonate.
Biiiiitch! Who the fuck do you think you are?! NO ONE talks to me like that! I don't NEED you! ::click!::
That was the easiest break-up EVER.
Something about that threat really sparked the most intense hate in my heart, that I felt no remorse over cutting off that motherfucker instantaneously.
Now that I think about it, I'm lucky he didn't come after me with a butcher knife... or like... waited for me with a bat in hand, in the parking garage, after class.
I was able to do that because I didn't feel shit for him. It was the one and ONLY relationship I entered because I wanted attention. It's the only time I actually WANTED attention.
Upon hearing those words, something in my head snapped. I don't need this shit... why am I even putting up with this shit?
Astonishes me how easily others agree to hurt me. It's what keeps me from breaking out into tears the moment I realize what's going on... I just sit in silence, completely perplexed...
What... are you gaining from this?
It's also what convinces me I was a terrible person in the past. A murderous dictator or something... I do share my last name with a notorious Mexican one... perhaps it's that.
... and still, all I find myself wanting to do is make you smile. Todavia te adoro...
Someone needs to take a shovel to my head... I think I know numerous volunteers.
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