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Theres this boy.
Hes made such a huge difference in my life, and its changed so much because of him.
Ill never forget the day we met, the talks we had, and the day I said goodbye.
I ******** hate this boy.
Hes ruined me.
My trust has been ripped.
My heart torn to pieces.
I wish he would leave me alone forever.
I wish I could forget.
I hate seeing him talk to other girls, they are so STUPID!
Falling into his trap like a bug to a light.
He always picks the same type of girl.
The one with a horrible life, the girls who NEED someone just to help them live.
And then he ******** thinks hes some god, like hes their guardian, their savior, the angel they need.
I hope he ******** dies.
What twisted mind must you have to force a girl to fall in love with your LIES!
To make a helpless being scream in pain.
Why would you lead them on, just to watch them fall apart.
He makes these girls think that hes sowing them back up,
when really, he tears her heart out at the seems, and finds another victim while she cries out for help.
But like in every story, no one is there.
And when I try to warn them, they never listen.
I know one girl, a close friend of mine actually, she acts like she hates him, like hes so annoying. But I see her talking to him, she still has a glint of trust in him. even though shes seen the massacre hes created.
He wants to apologize to me.
He says he regrets all hes done.
Like Ill EVER believe him.
That was the worst mistake Ive ever made.
And Im NOT about to repeat it.
Whats so great about him anyways?
When I was with him, he was so god damn ******** corny, I saw ALL of his lies, but idiotically chose to ignore them.
Im so STUPID.
He told me the most absurd things, and agreed with all I had to say.
Those are the signs of a *****.
Which by the way, I believe he is one.
Hes much older than me.
My friend as well, and yet he thinks he can have us?
HA! I laugh in his face about that.
He has no idea to what extent I fantasize about his torturous death.
I would rather re-live the most painful, traumatizing nights of my life then to spend and hour trapped in a room talking to him.
He is so immature.
My own mind at the age of 11 was probably more grown up then he is today.
Im so sick and tired of him.
I would enjoy seeing him scream.
Watching him cry sounds so extremely interesting to me.
It invites me in like the sweet smell of revenge.
Everything Ive done with him.
All Ive ever said.
All my hateful comments to him,
Ive probably stooped down to his level.
So low, theres barely enough oxygen to feed my cruel mind.
Hes twisted me into a chaotic hateful being,
one that loves the darkness.
Someone who reeks havoc.
And I dont give a ******** damn.
I listen to myself,
read over these words,
I smile and feel a bit on insanity growing.
This is what hes done.
December 23rd 2008.
Best.
Day.
Ever.
Goodbye Roman. :]
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