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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
i'd like to say that you were the best thing that happened to me, but really when it comes down to it you're the worst. for years i based every person in my life in relation to you, and finally, 4 years later i am here seeing that life has to be better than that. every once of energy i put in to thought everyday of you is time i will never get back, and all the bad things i wished upon you don't mean a thing. as much as i would have liked for you to drop below the radar, fade into the background, and die in my memory you won't. but the worst part yet is i never let go, so here, go. this is the lat time i will talk about you, this is the last time i will think about you, this will be the last thought i ever have about you, too-da-loo motherfucker.
♥ MYSELF ;
