Shame on me. I fall for those tricks every time. (It's been almost two years and I'm still bitter about it). I need to grow up. Lord, save me from myself. Make me stop.
(Can you believe her? She writes that I betrayed her. And how exactly did I do that? I just want to put a gun in between everyone's eyes. I fucking hate the whole universe. I hate the sky. I hate the trees. I hate the stars. I hate the people. I'm going to build a coffin and lie in it until oxygen runs out).
Leave me alone. I want to suffer in my own self-induced tragedies and whatnot.