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Do you think I'm impressed with your bad talk?
I'm not.
Do you think you made me shed a tear?
You're wrong.
Do you think that at any momnent I would crack?
NOPEE.
I hate you for it. And I always will. You're nothing but a peice of dirt to me.
You can think I'm exaggerating all you want.
I'm not.
I hate you.
Do I regret what I said to you?
A little. But only becasue I know I'm a better person then that. A way better person.
Do I think you're gonna read this?
Not. A. Chance.
But guess what? I'm over it. And you're stupid little games. And immature idiotic threats to rip my throat out. And your emotionless comments about me being loveless. Its false. Fake. A total lie. You're a complete joke.
Thats right. OVER IT. Because why should I waste my life dreading things when I could be loving them? You're nothing but an old decrepid memory. And never again will you hear a single word of graditude come from my lips. I hate you. I hate everything about you.
RUSSEL BRIAN SANCHEZ. The biggest joke in the book.
Have a nice lifeee. :]
 iGoomba · Fri Aug 15, 2008 @ 03:52am · 2 Comments |
