I can breathe without you dear.

Deep in your soul.....Lies a lonely heart....that only ever pumps for you alone.....I feel like I've been hit by an 18 wheeler. I've moved on. I'm over it. I'm finished. And that is a good thing. A good thing for me. To be done with. And while I'm thrilled that someone actually cares, well....a few people actually care, its tiring reiterating myself over and over because I am in fact....done. Aimez and certain people....MIKE....dont believe me. I'm right. I know I am. I have to be. I absolutely positively have to be. I want to be out of here. In the deepest chamber of my heart....maybe Im already gone.....and maybe thats a good thing. Why are there so many maybes? Its not fair. Btw---thank you Mike Spella....I had...a thing...yesterday....but I still dont like you. Like that. Just in case you were wondering. Cause. That's not happening. I'm sincerely sorry...well...no not really... I shouldn't have to be sorry for something i dont feel. And...seeing as you "adore me with every fiber of your being," wouldn't want me to be sorry for something I cant help. And....I did something...and I'm proud. It was the first step of being over. Thats when it clicked. That I need to be out of here. Out of this place. Its a room that I'm leaving and locking the door. I'm gone. Bye bye bye. Lmao. Wasnt that a NSync song? Anyway. I want to go home. Actually...no I dont want to go home. I just want to go to sleep. For a really really long time. And when I wake up, there will favorably be a (good looking) prince there. With a white horse that can explain everything. That would be nice. I'm very confused about a lot of things. Which is not nice. At all. Goodbye.

hmm....about damn time.

La la la. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. HA. I said it. I finally said it. Now whether I mean it or not is the question.