Dear douche bag, I hate you, get out of my head or start paying rent for living there, Why must you follow where ever I go? why must you hurt me so much without even being here? what did i ever do to you for you to treat me so badly? I loved you and you loved to use me,I know what is wrong with me, what the F*ck is wrong with you?, you know what i go through yet you choose to make things harder by making me feel $#%^ about myself or do i do that to myself by ignoring the voice saying dont let him do this again,I hate you for doing this but i hate myself more for letting it happen and seriously must everything remind me of you? McDonalds= you worked there, tv shows= we watched them together, computer games= your favourite thing, places, people, names, numbers, everything reminds me of you, your taking my life away, i want it back without you in it ruling everything i do with your presents, its strange i cant remember what my life was like before you took it over, even in my dreams i cant escape you, your there being the person ive always wanted you to be, I want out of this, i want my head back, so either pack your bags and leave or start paying rent. F*ck you.
Yours Sincerely,
Stacey.
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