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I promise you I shuttered the misery right out of

my life on Thursday

I was saved by the ringing of my phone and my savior pulled

my soul out of its bottomless pit and back onto the pavement



It's a human thing, to hold tight to the notion of ghosts



It seemed that our every fuck-fest just got better and better...

and then it stopped

And you stopped.

So I sat at the desk and smoked almost 3 packs of cigarettes

But I couldn't figure it out

A week prior you claimed you could marry me

A week later you wanted nothing to do with me



At first, I could only blink at you



Then I wore a hole in our new carpet from where my fist was beating and beating and my tears were like fire on the fibers

And I just could not believe that I allowed YOU to kill me.

You were nowhere near good enough for that priveldge



I left very quietly.



And I've been hurting.



But Thursday, the icing finially landed on the cake and I told you that I didn't have SHIT ELSE TO SAY TO YOU

And I thought to myself, how great that felt and how I hope you get herpes or I hope she breaks your heart or (on a better note)......

I

just

hope

you

leave me forever and eternally and always and (all the other lies you gave me) alone