It's useless, isn't it? Ranting, screaming, raging, whining out to an endless void of a niche little website. That will never bring fruition.
Theres nobody coming to save me.
I'm scared, truthfully.
The world is changing faster than I can adapt, faster than I can change Myself.
I'm ready for everything, always have, always will be, the future will never slow down because of my wishes, the world simply doesn't work like that.
If that were the case, nothing would get done, and we would all wallow in our own self-pity.
Disgraceful, terrible pity formed from our own ego and pride, maybe screaming to ourselves on how much the world owes us everything, and how we Shouldn't need to change.
But I call bullshit.
I refuse this reality, and I can face the music myself.
I know everything that went down that faithful night, I regret nothing. I never have; It's against my beliefs and morals.
She never cared for me, never ever bat an eye, every time I was hurt or stressed, she never cared, not one bit.
Is that fair? Am I to just listen to the same lies and poor excuse of a made-up sob story?
No.
I did what's right. Self-preservation is human nature, isn't it? I don't care for you.
1 month later, I don't care for you
2 months later, I don't care for you
3 months later, I don't care for you
4 months later, I don't care for you
5 months later, I don't care for you
6 months later, I don't care for you
7 months later, I don't care for you
8 months later, I don't care for you
9 months later, I don't care for you
10 months later, I don't care for you
11 months later, I don't care for you
1 year later, I'll forget about you entirely
I don't loathe people easily. I believe there's a redeeming quality in every soul.
However.
I don't see one in her.
She's spoiled, egotistical, rotten to the very core, attention starved, a nuisance.
Get out of my life, you have no right on saying what I can or can't do
"We're one, so if you get in trouble, so will I"
Fucking bullshit. Not true and you know it.
You're trying to ruin my chances with someone new, because You're Bitter. Because You're a nobody. Because You're desperately clinging on to the little attention I gave you, like a fucking parasite, a leech at most, a bottom feeder.
How dare you? How dare you try and make this about yourself? After everything you've done to me? to us? You ruined it.
The only reason why you're even something I'm talking about now is because you're constantly 10 feet away from me for 8 hours of the damn day.
Once I'm out of this place, I won't need to see your sorry face again, and with that, I'll be at peace.
That sweet. Sweet embrace of a weight off my damn back.
Go back to sucking some e-boy cock, you fucking troglodyte.
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