you started it. glad you felt the need at least to end it on your own. well with my help. i could do it myself, but you came to me over and over for help. made the situation deeper than it was. all the sudden i was responsible for almost stranger’s happiness. thank god my “b****” loves you, a b**** i didnt want, i let go, gave you the tools to do the same. but you thought i wanted your little gilded s***. no thanks. happily married now. you always were so jealous. its really no wonder when you started to become obsessed. eating sloppy seconds for five years must’ve started to taste really bitter after a while.. poor thing. its like you wished you were with me, or were me, but you wouldnt have wanted the baggage that comes along with that. so instead you chose the next best thing. still gross, but i can understand. I think you thought if you could prove someone who wanted me could also want you.. they just never thought they could have you.. yeah that’s probably right. “But if they knew.. oh they’d see just how much better i am than you.” i can see how “appreciative” these suitors have been for you, lining up to leave the door is full. you are painless in your work, which leaves it all up to the audience, so sit and watch as your mind struggles to come to terms with your endless banal energy. art that lacks conscience. writing that lacks flesh and substance. god i feel sorry for those who wish to be a wonderful, unique, version of yourself, only to find no matter how hard they try, how much they study that ideal, or how many opportunities they have.. they lack something in the heart that could ever let that be true. I always wanted to think that anyone was capable of becoming whatever they wanted but once meeting you, i have wondered ever since. happy lenses dont make it that way outside them, but it can convince the person behind them, they just never realize how stupid they sound to everyone else living this reality. But they are probably just negative cynics who deserve it lol. you waited until you could finally pin something on me, and pretended i started a war with you. ober letters. you knew it was possible to offend others with your words, but wanted to justify it by hating me, and looking for any good nuff reason to say i was worth hating. Im sure you have enough by now, but i know the real reason you hate me, is because i know the truth. everytime you look at my face and get that rush of feelings i know its because you can see in my eyes, I will always know the truth. do you hate the idea that there will always be someone out there who knows exactly how fair that fight was. you were never going to make me do and say what you wanted when you wanted, and that burned you didn’t it? couldnt accept that people have their own way of handling things. you think it shows who i really am because i never told you what you wanted to hear.. well no bother, theres a few people who see us for what we really are, i have faith in them to see me, and you can trust that i will always, see you for what you really are.
