Remember.
The apple that
killed
Snow White was a masterpiece brewed from the poison of jealousy.
Not hate.
Your call



written on Friday, May 18, 2012 2:42 AM


You know what the fuck you really need darling?

Not me.

Not anyone.

Just some fucking time alone to reflect on how much of a shit person you've grown to become.

I thought about a lot last night, and I swear I could write an essay on the new you..

But it is this bad, I'm clueless how to begin.

Please don't vow on some bull crap you can't keep up with then tell me you don't want to be held responsible for, or indebted to fucking me. You probably already knew I wasn't worth it since 9 months ago.

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You weren't who I met at the bus stop that day.