WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT IN GIVING EACH BIT OF MY BODY TO YOU AND LETTING MY INNARDS SLUG ALONG AND THE HURT AND THE MURDER WHEN YOU CAN'T MOP ME UP, NOT REALLY NO PATCHES HERE, IT WAS LIKE LIVING THE LIFE OF SOME OTHER GIRL ANY OTHER GIRL BUT ME.

AND NOW, ITS SEEEEEEEEETHING AND BOILING AND I'M WRITING YOU MESSAGE AFTER MESSAGE BUT NEVER PRESSING SEND, I CANNOT PRESS SEND, I DO NOT WANT TO MAKE YOU SAD.

ive tried to scale the walls, i have, but old habits.. you know how it goes.

I WANT TO THANK YOU BUT THE SAME TIME FUCK YOU FOR NOT SEEING ME WHEN I NEEDED TOO, I SAT ALONE LIKE SOME FUCKING LOSER AND DIDN'T GO OUT WITH MY FRIENDS BECAUSE I WAS WAITING AND NOW I'M A DUMB FUCKING DUMB ASSHOLE BITCH WHO GOT THE WRONG END OF THE STICK AS ALWAYS, I'M ALWAYS WRONG I'M ALWAYS WRONG I'M ALWAYS WRONG