And here I sit, clinging to you like a child on christmas. We really are over; arn't we.

I found his notebook today, with some stupid letter about growing old together and it made me feel sick. Who am I kidding? I still feel sick. It's bad enough I have to see him everyday, now I have to feel like a fuck up because I'm the reason things ended so badly.

I get it. I am a bad person. WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?

I could be happy if it weren't for you! If I didn't have to see you all the time I wouldn't have to think about you all the time. I could think of my boyfriend who at times treats me like shit but he has always treated me a million times better than you did.

SO GO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE.

Thanks
SM