I haven't been more sure of the sense of purpose that now inhabits my "self"
People can talk, but I know they'll never do anything. He is the only one that makes promises and keeps them. I don't need no other love than the one he has for me.
I wish that you’d go away. When I see your messages I wish I could reach through the phone and suffocate you. When I think of all the shit you’ve done, I wish I could torture you and make you sorry that you were born. You’re the only one that can bring out the psycho killer out of me. I thought I had put that monster to rest a long time ago, but you woke it up again and every day it gets stronger and stronger.
I can’t think of you anymore, my love was strong, but you turned it in to hate and now all I want to do is watch you die slowly. You and everything you ever cared about. Imagining myself ripping you to shreds gives me a high that’s on a whole other level.