BozoTheFish (sxyguitargrl) wrote,

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Dear, Mr. Douche Bag,

I'm sick of this. I'm sick of your delusions and hallucinations, sick of trying to fiqure out if your feelings are geniune or if your just trying to lay some huge guilt trip on me. I'm sick of the "I love yous". I hate the "I love yous". Those words are empty to you. They mean nothing, you are nothing.
I hate your mind games and your sick excuses. I'm sick of the way you say "You mean the world to me", because it's just one huge fuckin mistake. I can't stand the way you hurt me, yet why do I feel like I owe you something? I dont wanna hurt you, I hate being the 'cause of someone's torment yet I hate the fact that I'm way too nice and in all actuality I owe you nothing; and you owe me way more than you can ever give, because you hurt me just as much (if not more) than they have, even when you swore and promised you wouldn't.
Go ahead, use my secrets against me, use the information I confided in you to turn my world upside down, and drag up the past and stoop as low as you can to try to ruin one of the best things that ever happened to me. Newsflash: Its done, Its over with, there is nothing. We are stronger than that. We will not fall, we will not crumble (haha).
When I look into his eyes I see my past, present, and future at once, I feel glory, love, happiness, fulfillment, trust, and honesty. When I look into your eyes, I see hurt and I feel pity. Yes , I feel bad for you. So just keep going on playing your games, but your fighting a losing battle, creating lies to achieve a goal you will never accomplish. You will never have anything that compares to me and him, you will never feel anything compared to this, and most of could NEVER even compare to him.
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