You really are a fucker.

I wasn't trying to get with you, you big headed arse!
Thanks for the texts last night but I was too tired to reply with anything other than "okay" and now I re-read them over this morning it sounds like you were trying to let me down gently, because you thought I wanted to be your girlfriend. I really want to tell you how I REALLY DON'T and the only reason I text you back is because I am bored.

me and my boy totally would have fucked you.
but you just had to be a slutty whore.
now he wants nothing to do with you. i'd still nuzzle your breasts.
you suck, go back to denver you tease

i want you to impregnate me and then be a deadbeat dad.

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When the glitter fades in the morning, turn away and you will find my empty eyes....your beauty blinds.

i dont get it. why cant i just talk to you about this shit? ahh.

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"Careful writing is deathly writing" - Charles Bukowski

i just want to put a knife in your spine. slowly.
then i want to lick it

You drive me crazy, for better and worse. I want to beat you. Severely. I want to beat you for being so emotionally retarded. I know it's not your fault, but I want to smack you, senseless, with my cock.

Why'd you have to do it?

member of the male species one: don't call my friends. god you are so fucking gross

member of the males species two: why am i so attracted to you? shithouse.

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I think from the way hes been treating you, you deserve better. I know he used to make you happy and be everything you wanted but he doesn't even try anymore. Hes been hurting you for awhile and I hate it. I know you'll be ok without him.


Don't forget
I'll always be here for you. I know its not the same but you'll find the right one soon enough don't worry. If he is the right one, he'll come back to you.

when you get back home, your ass is mine

you know you are salt.

you truly cant stop yourself from behaving like a destructive five year old.
your hypocrisy is getting to me.
the lies are getting to me.
i really think you must be mentally ill, to say one thing with conviction and then say something else with just as much conviction and denying youve ever said anything else.
i dont need you to survive. you are not good security.
and i don't want to have children.
especially not with you.

why do you want me? becuase im here?
maybe after i leave you, maybe after the anger wears off, you'll look around and realize what youve lost. and maybe you wont treat the next one like shit. but i dont thnk you can help it. your need for control is too overpowering. get into therapy. get medicaid. do something. everyone who has grown up with you is tired of watching you burn down. this whole town is a fucking sad redundant waste of life, and you're a part of it.
i'm not right for you. i like good design. when it comes to everything. home, clothing, hair, whatever. i'm quiet. i analyze things. i want to improve upon myself. i'm sensitive and i have a low tolerance for bullshit-something you produce at an alarming rate. i'm confused and 19 and i change every day and i can feel myself bumping up against you, growing in the wrong directions, not growing up.
its just impossibly absurd that you deny everyones observations about you. you drag me into it, and i feel like hell about myself, on every aspect. all i heard from you for months and months an dmonths of our relationship is how i need confidence, and whats wrong with me, and you even criticised me or brushing my teeth 3 times a day. how often do you brush yours? once a day since i got on your ass about it (and for some unknown reason you acquiesced-probably to seem more appealing to me, since youre on a crusade to keep us together now), but before that maybe three times a week.
you dont want me. you want someone less selfish, less self conscious, someone who could walk around pregnant for 9 months, in cheap clothing, sweaty and fat, but blissful with the knowledge that in 9 months time she'll be changing diapers and washing spit up rags. you want a comforting homely, infinitely flexible mothering, cooking, eternal breast to suckle for the rest of your life becuase you ruined college and youre going to be working shit jobs for a long time just to have a shitty little apartment in the state that youve run away from so many times.
i dont know what to tell you.
you're unhappy. think about what you can change. and be that change.
i will miss you.

Yeah motherfucker....
You chose the WRONG bitch to fuck over!!! You have to pay for your selfish ways at some point, and it will begin with me. QUIT USING PEOPLE!!! There are FORUMS about you and the way you dick peeps over....gah have you no coenscience? YOU WILL END UP ALONE!! I seem to be the last person who truley loves your dumbass for who you are....and your a DICK!!! So just go ahead and fuck with me.....

CAREER ENDED...wanna try me??

your a dumb ass mother fucking asshole that dose nothing but cry all the time you dont deserve me

You must be missing a chromosome

god this is soooooooooooooooo depressing.
you make my life look terrible in comparison. and, well, i knew it was but you make the awfulness seem so much more real because so many good things have happened to you since we last spoke.
i feel so conflicted about whether to stay friends with you or not.

Why don't you talk to me anymore?

1. I thought you only took them when I couldn't go with you. This is meant to be our thing. I'm really hurt.

2. You're so lovely. I hope we stay friends after October. Thank the Lord for myspace!

3. I love you, I love you, I love you! Even today when you had fishy breath from eating that sick sandwich. Thanks for waiting for my taxi with me. I'm going to miss you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you!!!

4. You shouldn't have shaved your head!! (Good to see you again, though.)

I really do not know what it is with me. I broke up with you and you go around telling the whole world that it was mutual. Its stupid but for some reason it bugs the hell out of me. I kinda wish that whole year never happend. What the fuck was I thinking . I am having more fun now, than I was then. Fuck and for some reason I can not let the past run through my head. You fucking ruined me.
All those I love yous were fucking lies. I know they were.
Why did you insist in being thogther for so long.
I miss being myself and I dont know how to get me back.
I cry, but not because I lost you. Its because I lost myself.

i'm thinking about you and for no reason