dear say it isn't so diary,
i know she saw you put your hands around my ass that day, the scene replayed in my mind a hundred times. i was so stupid to let it get that far. but you're the one who couldn't tell it was over before it ended- not me. i knew it was over before it started, but i was so hungry, so hungry for the meal i had long been deprived. you knew i fell hard for the taste of that platter, but the lies it took to feed me- hell that didn't matter. you continued to pile it on, singing the same old song, but it went on way to long, and i demanded a new menu. well, the new menu came as an order of the court, because i refused to eat your platter anymore. i don't regret telling your waitress wife anything, i regret not telling her more. i regret that you married a psycho cuntface who can see me as nothing but a whore. a reasonable person, i believe, would have wanted to know what her husband fucking did, what he is capable of doing again- especially if she intends to pick up and forgive. i have the proof to back what i say, all in black and white. cuntface wants to follow me around and scream "whore" at me, but wont sit down with me? is that even right? you two BELONG together- you CUNTFACE CHICKEN SHIT BITCH and you LITTLE DICK HERO CITY WORKER BLOOD SUCKER.
i know she saw you put your hands around my ass that day, the scene replayed in my mind a hundred times. i was so stupid to let it get that far. but you're the one who couldn't tell it was over before it ended- not me. i knew it was over before it started, but i was so hungry, so hungry for the meal i had long been deprived. you knew i fell hard for the taste of that platter, but the lies it took to feed me- hell that didn't matter. you continued to pile it on, singing the same old song, but it went on way to long, and i demanded a new menu. well, the new menu came as an order of the court, because i refused to eat your platter anymore. i don't regret telling your waitress wife anything, i regret not telling her more. i regret that you married a psycho cuntface who can see me as nothing but a whore. a reasonable person, i believe, would have wanted to know what her husband fucking did, what he is capable of doing again- especially if she intends to pick up and forgive. i have the proof to back what i say, all in black and white. cuntface wants to follow me around and scream "whore" at me, but wont sit down with me? is that even right? you two BELONG together- you CUNTFACE CHICKEN SHIT BITCH and you LITTLE DICK HERO CITY WORKER BLOOD SUCKER.
