March 6, 2011

you better run from me

dear hide your face diary,

yup. it is best for you to drop your head when you walk by my smile. it is best for you to run from me like a small child. it is best for you to steer clear of me at any and all cost. because i will rot your fruit like the frost. i don't feel good today anyway- my body is sore all over- but speaking to a dear dear friend of mine was like rolling in the clover. smiles take a long time to part from my face, but seeing your head drop down made my heart begin to race. i wanted to reach forward and grab your yellow gray hair and pull it all out until your scalp was bare. then poke my fingers into your ugly eyes and spit into your face a few thousand times. i want you to apologize to me- on your fucking knees- i want you to beg for me to stop- i want to hear you say 'please.' i want to give you the answer that you so deserve to hear, i want to tell you, "no fucking way," and then i want you to hear. i want you to hear what i wanted to say- from the very start. i want you to hear how your husband BROKE MY FUCKING HEART. then i want to kick you in your fucking herpe infested twat- for giving that shit to your HUSBAND- you two bit whore.