Burn

Where to begin.

My recent breakup is starting to really take a toll on me, considering my birthday was Saturday and about the only thing I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and suffocate, which is probably what I deserve for whatever reason's.

I'm not making an attempt to be dramatic, considering: noone reads this blog, so it's just a way for me to vent my anger, frustrations, etc.

I've though a lot over the past couple of days of all the "I swear to God, I'm telling you the truth" or the "You're the only one for me" or the "Why can't you just trust me"....Why you ask? Because you couldn't and I'm sure still wouldn't tell me the truth about anything.

I've had several panic attacks in the past few days when all the times something I did believe you about came to the surface and I think, was it the truth? Probably not, so let's panic!

On the other side, your pillow still smells like you, and it kills me, no matter how much you've hurt me, I still wish I had you, but there is no way that can happen.

No matter what, you've completely broken me, completely. Now I've got to try and put myself back together, and try to not lump all Women in with you, because you are not a Woman, you're a girl, a girl that plays games, plays games with people's hearts and doesn't think twice about it until you're alone.

Goodbye