As I think of you I remember how much I hate you.
I'd rather get my arm severed off with an old rusty spoon.
I'd rather be attacked by clowns.
I'd rather eat a spider,
a freaking spider than see you.
But I mean it's all my fault right?
Everything is always MY fault right?
You think because three years have passed everything can be okay again?
Wrong.
No, I'm not overreacting.
Yes, I forgive you.
No, I'm not holding a grudge.
No, I'm not always okay.
No, don't talk to me.
Just no.
I don't want you in my life ever again.
You may seem to have forgotten everything and I try to but it always comes back.
I hope everything you did slowly seeps through your brain and destroys you.
Like you destroyed me.