[your hobbies include: shouting at me and getting drunk]

did you ever stop to think for one moment in your pathetic existence that someone else exists in this world besides you? that cigarettes and drugs don't make things better? that i loved you more than i've ever loved anyone and all i get is used? you expect me to forgive you. i can't. you make me sick. i've wasted so much time trying to get you to love me, or at least some damn respect from you. so much time that i can't think about it anymore. i can't live with you anymore. i used to be able to smile at your bullshit. i used to think that it was just how you are. how you are isn't good enough anymore. i deserve better than this. i deserve better than being tortured everytime i look at you. i was so sick to look at you tonight i couldn't eat the food i ordered. i had the waiter sent it straight back to the kitchen. fine, you go ahead and get drunk. that makes everything go away. pretend i'm not there when it suits you. remember that every night when you go to sleep, you fucked up the best thing you never wanted.

April 16, 2004 - 2:00 am