No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I hope the weight of what you've done to me crushes all your dreams.
I'd loved you enough to know them but now I know to much about you
you make me ill and you don't deserve that smile on your face or her on your arm

Please don't tell me that you still love me when what you've done is screaming that you don't
No, I won't call and if you still go, I won't be there, no, I'll never show,
but wait all night if you want to, I hear they have a lovely quiche there.

I hope the weight of what you've done to me crushes all your hopes and dreams and I, I hope you think of me when you're at the bottom of your valley and the shadows are darkening to shades of black you've never seen before or even known existed.

Please don't tell me that you still love me when what you're doing right now, what you're doing right now. I see you, you can't hide a thing from me because I did love you and I did know you enough to see the moment you lied to me for the first time.


         You're making me cry. I'm crying at this moment. Right now, I'm shedding tears. You keep reassuring me, but it's not really working. You've just informed me of something I previously didn't know about and I'll be honest, it kinda sucks. I thought that, since you loved me and junk, it wouldn't matter. I thought. . . that was my mistake I guess. I think to damn much. Please spare me the trouble of your words, girl. I don't need you at all, never have, never will. What we had, well your side of it at least, was always a lie, I can't believe you could try and tell me other wise now. I know everything, girl. I know where you were with him. I know who he was. I know exactly what happened.

       Well it's your loss, I don't want your stupid friendship anyway. . . because that's all it is stupid, that's all you are, girl. Stupid. Why after all the crap we've been through together would you suddenly do this to me!? well I'm done, honestly, I'm totally just done with you. I quit. And if you ever talk to Jane again I'll freaking kill you. If you ever touch her again, If you ever look at her wrong. Yea, I hope you do read this, girl. You need to find out somehow that your life is on the line next time you pull crap like this.

       I've stopped now. The crying has ceased.  Just like my grandmother and you knew that and you took advantage of that and you made fun of me. What kind of a monster are you, girl!? That's my grandmother we're talking about here. Whatever, I forgot what I was about to say, that's how little you mean to me. screw you. And not in the good way.