dear making it up diary,
making believe, that i still hate you. it doesn't get easier- with each day that goes by. sometimes i dream, that i've already killed you. it doesn't make it better, because i wake up and you're still alive. i can't go to your funeral, because you ain't having one. i cant visit your grave, because you're not in one. and what if when you do finally die- some dumb ass cremates you? and takes you away from me forever. that would really piss me off. i have all kinds of things- that must go in your casket. and i want to bite you again- i have to taste your skin. i already know it will be different- because you are dead now- but that is okay- because i made you that way. i am sorry i prolly had to do it.
making believe, that i still hate you. it doesn't get easier- with each day that goes by. sometimes i dream, that i've already killed you. it doesn't make it better, because i wake up and you're still alive. i can't go to your funeral, because you ain't having one. i cant visit your grave, because you're not in one. and what if when you do finally die- some dumb ass cremates you? and takes you away from me forever. that would really piss me off. i have all kinds of things- that must go in your casket. and i want to bite you again- i have to taste your skin. i already know it will be different- because you are dead now- but that is okay- because i made you that way. i am sorry i prolly had to do it.
