My life is fucked up enough.
I don't need your shit.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Some fucked up bitch would be right.

I cried so much I can't cry anymore.
You want me to do something drastic?
Like knock my head against my brother's tombstone?
And then create some wonderful blood-dripping-down-face effect?
To make up for my tears?

Let me make this straight.
I am single.
I do not have a bf.
I am sick of guys ok?
You can go hyperventilate over any guy you want.
I'm sick of listening.
Are you the ONLY one on Earth right now?
So much so that you're the MOST important?
Let me tell you.
You're so fucked up I didn't know such a person existed.

I don't care how many people you try to brainwash.
Or how many rumours you will spread.
Or how many people will believe you.
Or why someone who knows what's happening to me would piss me off so bad.
But the moment I go over the limit.
And do something really stupid.
You live with the guilt.

And you.
I know you'll read this.
Don't talk to me if you have nothing better to say.
Because I am already hurting inside more than I can take.
I know you care for me.
But sometimes you just don't think.
I am probably more emotionally unstable than I ever was.
Don't tip me over the edge.
I try to be calm.
I try to be happy.
I was doing so well.
You just had to ruin it all.
Now I'm feeling confused.
Angry.
Pissed.

And you know what? I am never the emo kind. To have this sort of emo post, you must know what you have done to me.