beloved baby bitch

you never understood how terribly you've hurt me, in all the unspeakable ways, and you've never understood the tragedy of how I've tried to accomodate, understand, empathize with your imagined difficulties.

fuckin' bitch.

you wondered why i acted up. have you ever stopped to wonder maybe because you never let me know exactly where i lie in your invisble scales.

or how big of a fuckin fool i felt when you told me what happened the first night. or how deeply i've regretted saying it's perfectly fine for you to contact your fuckin' ex.

maybe for others, true -- but not for you, since clearly you have the emotional maturity and self-absorption of a fuckin gnat.

i've given as much of me, but have you even given a thought for how i must have felt? having my fucking holiday -- all five days of it -- tainted by your ceaseless mentions of D. and P..

Does it thrill you to know how easily you can affect me, how you can treat someone with so much delightful disrespect for virtually no consequences?

congratulations. you've broken me.