was searching for a particular post in my archives a while ago and ended up reading a month’s worth of it. i couldnt find the post in google and had to randomly click on archives to guess.
my mind if flooded with questions right now, questions that i should have forgotten by now. i wonder how i even survived that mess. who was i to you, i wonder. conversations long forgotten flares up anger in myself and i wish i could stab you right now.
thank gawd he pulled me out of that crap and showed me love and care you never had because right now, i hate you to no bounds. but don’t worry i’ll be fine, laughing at your “karma” cheers me up and i know i’ll forgive you right up.
i’m a bad person.
i know i shouldn’t laugh.
but ignore all that and tell me.
who was i to you?
in our past…
you’re lucky the post it notes all over the room post managed to cushion your fall because your destruction of me murdered me good
and i remember the blood and tears you put me through…
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