contempt loves the silence ;

Thursday, November 30, 2006

I HATE YOU.

YOU:

THANKS FOR THE KNOCKS.
THANKS FOR THE BRUISES.
THANKS FOR ALMOST THROWING ME OUT THE WINDOW.
THANKS FOR ALMOST THROWING ME DOWN THE STAIRS.

AND YOU KNOW,
YOU SHOULD HAVE.

MY EXISTENCE WOULDNT BE MISSED ANYWAY.

AND THEN, I'LL LAUGH AT YOU FROM WHERE I WILL BE.
SEEING HOW YOU'LL REGRET FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE.

I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET.

the unkindest cut of all @ 1:18 PM

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