mood: crying
music: a perfect circle - what's going on
mudvayne - not falling
the polyphonic spree - section 23

She's still got it. She still knows just what to say to make me feel unloved and meaningless. I thought I'd be okay having a friendly conversation with her but there's no god damn way. She pierces my heart like a dagger would with each and every line. She's cold and emotionless. A true devil. All I did was thank her for loving me. And all she could do was mock me. I honestly thought I would never cry over her again. If you could see me now. You'd cringe with fear at my rage. I swear I could kill her. I could strangle the life out of her with content. To bathe in her blood would be a fitting ending to our romance.