Don’t say those words to me again. Or even think about saying them. Never again do I want to hear it. The thought of having to go through that makes me want to kill myself. Bitchiness comes in cute little packages. Every time I see you I feel as if I’m going to lose my lunch. Lose it on your cute face. I don’t think it’ll be so cute anymore though. Ever so thick it will be caked on. Vain no more I tell you. Every amount of liquid in your body will be pushed through your eyes. Eyes that I once fell so deeply in love with. Very deep, I was basically wiping your ass. Every ounce of dignity just out the door. Rabidly throwing everything away just for some attention from you. Yes, even my friends too. The thing that gets me so much is that the hints were there from the beginning. Hints that I thought were not hints, but a bad mood or fatigue. I sure am kicking myself now. Never again will I be so stupid. Gawky I have become from worrying about you and not for myself. You may read this and think that I am ridiculous, but you can’t deny the truth. Over and over I want you to think about this. Usually, any normal person would come to the conclusion that you are a horrible person. Really, I’m not expecting it from you. Ever too tied up with your glamour magazines to even realise. Am I just an inconvenience to you? Did you ever really care?