I'm actually a little offended for once.

this is not about you or the stranger sitting to my left.

this is the way I felt when you left my hanging on every noun, verb, adjective that came rolling off your tounge as you spoke your bittersweet nothings.

you deleted me from your life just as easily as you did off your facebook.

time wasted dwelling over how to make you like me.

unessesary insecurites because of your fears

choking in your throat and spilling out into insults headed in my direction.

the strength for me to move on came from you leaving me.

trying to hurt me discretely forever would have been your best bet,

but you choose to try to hurt me publicly,

and that, my dearest, horribly sickening disease, is something that will not do with me.

what a catch.

If I could make you see under my skin, what crawls in my veins, breaks my bones, punctures my heart, devours my soul, and what leaves a gaping hole in my brain, breathing would be a foreign task.

Things you should know about me now.

• I'm becoming more caring, understanding, and sentimental towards people. Its a process, but I'm getting the hang of it.
• Out of all my "friends" I used to care about I only have about five I even care about anymore, suck off, (welp that just contradicts the first statement)
• Nothing matters more to me then trying to figure out what I want out of life when the summer ends. Its already leaving a bittersweet taste in my mouth.
• My insomnia is almost gone, either that or I'm staying up so late from work that me sleeping in is me thinking I'm actually sleeping now.
• My confidence level is through the roof I just need my hairs to grow.
• I wouldn't stop any of this if I could. You wanna know why? Because no matter how soft I get, I'm always going to kick you and life in the ass and then kiss your face later.
• I'm free of the asshole thats been tormenting me since spring break and it felt good just to RIP on him and not give a DAMN about how he felt for once.
• This fall is going to be great all because of Lansing.
• I still can't believe I have my high school diploma I feel like crying everytime I see it.
• I'm still only open about certain things, such as me hating you, but not about my sex life.