To Hannah.
4:41 p.m. on 2005-06-06
Being subjected to it?
You fucking created it, you bitch.
I'm not playing any 'mind games'. I write my day as it has happened, and those are things that I would usually say.
You on the otherhand, Hannah, write things to make me think you're happier than you are. You over-tell things and make them seem better.
You've admitted you write things to hurt me.
You know what? Fuck you.
I tried making the effort in talking to you, after all you've done to me.
Mike told me not to. He told me to forget about you, and your bitchy little ways.
But you fucking KNEW I couldn't forget. You knew I depended on you. You probably did it to fuck me up even more than you already did.
I hope you and whatever his name is are very happy together.
I know for certain that you don't deserve him, because you don't deserve anyone.
All you deserve is to die alone, for the way you've treated your true friends.
Even if you do come online, I wont be here for you.
You've got a problem?
So fucking what. It isn't mine.
I have the best friend in Naddy that I could ever wish for. Yeah, it used to be you. I used to think the world of you, but as you said, things change quickly, don't they?
You haven't been replaced though. No, no one could replace what you were in my life.
No one could be so hurtful, so uncaring.
I don't care what you think about me anymore.
I don't care about you.
See you in hell, bitch.
Lost ||In The|| Chaos
