Better get my feelings out now

Because later would just be worse. Or maybe I'm just getting forced into writing this? Maybe this words are my own, but are being shuffled along by another member of our home. Whatever it is, I hope it's worth writing a second blog within an hour. I know I'm not all here, but making too many blogs can be dangerous, for me at least, sometimes letting too much of yourself out there isn't as cracked up as it's made out to be.

From the beginning something was wrong, your eyes were not sincere, your true motives in life were never clear. You like this, than that, a contradicting mess is what I'd like to call you. You were my heroin, I loathed you, I began to beat upon your every action. Everything you do will be wrong in my eyes. But I couldn't get enough. How couldn't I?

Lies are where our souls like to hide where our hearts like to feed, and where all the hurt breeds. It's like a terrible form of cancer, it spreads all over you until one day you just die. Dead. There is nothing I can do to save you. Would I have even tried? Probably not, I live off true feeling, honesty and trust are all I believe in. The real God does no exist in my life, I make my own values, you have crossed everyone of those as of today. You could have at least stayed true you yourself, be selfish, for yourself. It's the least you could have done.

In all honesty all your battles have been lost, no one will believe your shitty excuses, that is if you dare try to make any. I can't make threats, because they will mean nothing to you. I bet no ones pain means anything to you. If I had any chance to say what I want to you I would, I'm not afraid of people and telling them how I truly feel. And truly, you make me feel sick. I think of you I want to vomit rainbows, because all that makes my happy goes off. You are the worst example of one human being I have ever seen.

I have been in tons of bad situation before, I have had death threats made to me, those have been from people whom I thought loved me. Now I don't love anyone, and no one should love you. Even die-hard lovers should detest what you have done. That is if they have values in life. Don't you think people should have values? All decent memories of you have vanished. Gone. I will never take them back. Put me on the line of fire and I will not forgive what you have done.


I had once said I believed you were a hypocrite, well I suppose I always seems to be right. You lose time, and forever.