YOU CAN JUST KILL ME.

This kind of pain is probably too much for me to handle.

I don't know what the fuck is in your skull.

As much as I want to know, the more I am not knowing.

Seriously.

Maybe a separation would do both of us good, well, I don't know.

All I can say is, I can't bear to separate after so much, yeah.

But, seriously, I can't take it any longer. Omg.

I've been seeing things that I don't want to see at all. Fuck this man.

This is not doing any one of us good, yknow.

I know you know.

Ey fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been seeing little details every where I go.

Maybe, that's hint. Hinting me to do something.

And you know what, the more I see, the more things are able to be pieced together.

Slowly, they form a picture of a heartbroken girl. Yeah that's me.

I don't know. I really have no idea.

Maybe you don't know about the things that I've done.

Best part: you know how MUCH I fucking hate liars.

Yeah especially blatant liars like you, you bitch.

Maybe you din't know that you've already let the pussy out of the fucking bag.

But hell yeah, you did.

AND HELL YEAH I noticed that lie bitch.

I don't know.

But I don't think I can do this any longer.

Maybe there's no connections.

My gut feelings tell me there is.

So, should I fuck my gut feelings or fuck you?

Yeah prolly should just fuck you so fucking hard that you'd probably forget how to lie again, you mofo.

I don't know why the hell am I so mad, but I really am this mad.

So mad, I wanna cry.

My heart hurts, literally.

I don't know what else I can do, other than whining on this space like a dumb fool.

Yeah you've just reached my limits.

Oh yea, in case you din't know, fools have their limit, too.

And you, have, officially, entered the top of my hate list.

Omg can't get so mad and upset at the same time, I'm getting like stitches in my stomach fuck.

UGH I DON'T KNOW IF IM MAD AT YOU OR AM I JUST ANGRY WITH MYSELF FOR BEING SO FUCKING STUPID TO TRUST YOU IMPLICITLY, OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

IT'S LIKE LETTING YOU SCREW ME OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Frankly, ranting like a bitch is so last century.

There's no other better ways.

First day, last day? I don't give any flying fucks.

Yeah you can call me stupid, you can say I'm dumb. Well, I agree.

You know how I always melt. Ok maybe that's your trick.

BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR AGENDA IN DOING ALL THESE, MAY I ASK?

Maybe she can be your better angel.

Maybe someone better will cross my path.

I wish I was less sensitive.

Maybe it was my sensitivity led us to this path of no return.

I have no idea. I just want to be dead to the entire world.

Ah fuck.