I hate you.. Just fuck you, really.
You've been the main topic of discussion within my inner circle of friends and family for months now. You spread your venom into everyone you touch and hold on for as long as you can... You won't be happy until you've infected us all with your intolerance and suffering. Every time I think of you, my stomach drops and my heart breaks all over again. How many times can a heart break? It's getting ridiculous.
Enough is enough. I'm quite finished with you and the way you torment everyone I care for. From now on you can call me fire, because you will never again find shade in the coolness of my shadow. You won't follow me around wherever I go, begging me to give in.
No more. You won't find that relief from me. Consider yourself defeated before you even get the chance to start this time. You're just an asshole who's worked my nerves to zero. My skin crawls every time your name touches someones lips. It's time to move on. This shit is over.
No more excruciating conversations about you, no more what if's and why's. It's time for YOU to do the suffering. It's time for you to know what it feels like to be crushed, defeated and left alone to pick up the pieces of someone else's destruction.
We have beaten this relationship to death, and it feels so good to sever the ties. I even bought a new black dress so I can pay the death of this mess my last respects.
Fuck you and everything you stand for, cancer.
