Sick

well, if you weren't sure already from the title of this post, i'm all sicky. blegh. i have been since last week. i even missed a day of school! (that was particularly hellish-- i hate make-ups.)

all i want to do is get better.

anddd tell someone how pissed i am at them...

(not that they'll ever read this. ever.)

so, here goes:

is this what you wanted? for things to end like this? i hear that it is-- that you wanted me to get mad enough at you to break-up with you. that you were too damn chicken to do it yourself. maybe it's because you did it once already and i was the bigger person in that instance, the one who gave you a second chance that you obviously did NOT deserve...

how dare i say these things to you?

well, how dare you do this to me?

you know what, screw you. screw your immaturity.

you're not even worth my damn time.

maybe for once i'll really tell you how i feel.

about what you did to me before.

about what you're doing now.

about your stupidity.

we could have been something good, you and i.

but whatever, you can miss me later, and regret losing me.

i'm done with you.