Because I hate you.
Years later, I still hate you.
I know hate is a strong word. Who cares?
I would rather hate you than to think about how you tried to destroy my soul.
And stole a year and a half of my life.
Hating you takes less energy.
Seeing Silver Mustangs makes me want to scream out in rage.
Coward.
Heartless bastard.
Manipulative sociopath.
Cheating, lying, filthy scum.
I will never forget.
Thank God that you are no longer in my life.
If only you would have never been there in the first place.
Then I would not hate Silver Mustangs.
"If you ask me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud."
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Growing up or Giving up?
I don't hope like I used to
I don't dream like I once did
I don't believe in hardly anything
Trust is not in my vocabulary
Love is only for fairy tales
Happiness is overrated
Loneliness is sometimes comforting
Independence is my foundation
Anger is my emotion
Frustration is my pain
I don't dream like I once did
I don't believe in hardly anything
Trust is not in my vocabulary
Love is only for fairy tales
Happiness is overrated
Loneliness is sometimes comforting
Independence is my foundation
Anger is my emotion
Frustration is my pain
Friday, November 2, 2007
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