Herm, where to start.
Oh I know!
I hate myself.
I said things tonight with the pure intent of being hateful.
Granted, he's hurt me too many times to count, too many ways to count, but I had no right to be so outright malicious.
I felt good when I did it. Like maybe I finally hurt him, finally made him feel something.
Now I just feel guilt. I thought I was better than that, I didn't think I would ever do something so awful.
I just, I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Im interested in someone." The straw that broke the camel's back. His words being the straw and my heart being the camel's back.
I just can't handle it anymore.
I needed him, and he couldn't think about anyone other than himself for 5 minutes.
Why should he?
With everythings thats been happening: being sick, being told I'm not graduating, owing over a $1000 to the school for classes, losing my job, losing friends, missing over a month of school, broken promises, and the haunting need to just lay down and let the world have me...I just couldn't handle one more thing.
I'm not trying to make excuses for myself.
I just know that even though I am officially the most horrid person alive for stooping so low, for saying those things; that its not all my fault. Someone else is to blame as well.
He ruined the past few years of my life.
The least I could do was ruin his night.
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