no hard feelings right? wrong.

I am infuriated.
Who the fuck does she think she is talking to me like anything she says holds some sort of substance.
What an idiot.

Does she not understand how much I hate her existence?
Does she not get that I am not her friend?
Was it all of the unanswered phone calls that led her on?
or me changing my number?
Did it not sink in when I didn’t respond to letters, emails, or any of her friends?

Facts:
You hurt me.
You tested my inner being
Caused me to question my self-worth and even existence.

Facts:
I've let go of the pain, I've filled it with even more love.
I stood up, alone, and walked forward. Just because I walked into someone else's arms doesnt mean I didnt deal, it just means I found someone better.
My life is more important than anything because it keeps me connected with the people I love, the people who, unlike you, are constant and real.

Fact:
I am so much better off without you.

But you and I...thats really not the issue.
Its the skin that holds my hatred for you inside.
Tonight you decided that you wanted to test my skin, test the elasticity, see how strong it was.
Well, you may have only pricked it with the only thing you posses (thorns) but it was enough to let thoughts seep out, let emotion take over, and let my words of how awful you are explode into brilliant shades of angriness.

And now you say I dont deal?
well alright. here it is.
Im fucking dealing.

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Once upon a time there was a girl, a beautifully tragic image of what one hopes to never be.
She was born, died, and sadly, reborn again.
Each time she came back worse, which was strange because each time no one thought it was possible for her to be worse than what she was previously.

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You are the biggest cop out, shit talkin, peace to everyone[BULLSHIT], tree hugging wanna-be piece of crap i've ever known.
Well, I guess I cant really saw "know" because no one ever truly knows cold-hearted liars.
And no, throwing up four times a day is not the only reason your heart doesnt beat like it should.
You're always fabricating your made up stories to make yourself appear cooler/stronger than you are.

You took something from her that she will never get back.
The audacity you have..coming into peoples lives and turning everything upside down?
Have you really no common courtesy?
Are you honestly that manipulative? That dishonest, deceiving, and redundant?

Though you had us both going, we caught on.
We caught on quick.
You make for a smooth killer, but you don't cover your tracks as well as you should.
You left fingerprints on your body of hands who shouldnt have been touching you.
You left lies in your eyes that only escaped from your mouth because even those words could no longer contain themselves within you.
You left footmarks on the backs of all the heads you stepped on to get where you thought you needed to be.
but where are you now?

no where right?

I hate you.