
This is for you, who doesn’t let me spit it out.
Time’s up long time and there just NO POINT hunting me down.
Honey…
At this point I can smell you, read your facial expressions and hear your disturbing vanishing voice miles away. And no matter how strong you think you still are, you have made me stronger than that yourself. You forced me into breaking up with you (pathetic little you). How’s it going now that you have no life to leech?
Breaking up feels good as hell. Belonging to myself and seeing you don’t belong to me anymore as well. Especially when it takes a very peculiar kind of exorcism…
…and friendly drops of Benzodiazepines.
You got the fuck out of me. How good am I? I just can’t help feeling this proud.
All I wanted was to throw up you, but not the things that were bad for me. I just wanted to deal with them. I didn’t have deal with you. You’re nothing but an error. You scared me, took my precious, beautiful, virgin life and (almost) sanity. For what? Tell me, for what? Do you even know??? Of course not, because IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE! You’re just the most stupid thing, you’re born from contradiction. You’re fed with legitim and innocent happiness. Disgusting! You ruin lives.
But you didn’t ruin mine, and showed me the path to your own destruction. I have your whole strategy mapped down, I have all the tools to detect you, stop you, and bring you down real nice and slow, so you feel, badly, what it feels like to be deceived.
The best part is: you taught me aaaaaaall that. I guess you have my permission to be, like me, proud of yourself for that, and also for keeping my misery for so long. But you should never forget that, after all your masterpiece, I’m still the Winner.
You lost.
