Nothing like a cold knife in the heart to wake you up to the cruelness of reality.

I feel sort of sorry for you. Why? Karma does far better dirty work than I ever could.

All in all, I'm really glad its all over. I really was growing weary from it all. And I'm glad you've found someone whom you can 'be' with. Pity though...I was probably too good for you anyway.

But don't you dare tell me that you still want to be my friend. Thats like having your dog die and your mom telling you that you can still keep it. Really, I'd rather not have a rotting carcass sitting in my bedroom.

You really are just like him. Cause not a month ago you were telling me all these things that made my stomach a flutter of butterflies. Just like him. They still haunt me...alot of things haunt me. But just like his...they were all lies.

You made me promise that I would never do you wrong. Isn't it odd how in the end it was you who did me wrong.

But it hurts, oh it does. Because I feel betrayed. Its not the fact that you're not with me that hurts, its the fact that I was lied to and tossed aside like I didn't matter. You made me feel like nothing, and for one fleeting moment, I believed it.

I wanted to strike you...fight with you...say all the things in my head and make you listen. But then I blinked and it all passed and I realized that honestly, you weren't worth the trouble.

May I curse the day that you put yourself in my life and find joy in the day that you are out of it. Checkmate. Gameover. I quit.

The pessimist in me says that you'll probably just brush this off. You really don't need any baggage in your new relationship and all. But then, shes more your type than I. She looks easy, which the coward that you are, prefers.