dear is it morning yet diary,
i am awake finally. at first i wasn't, but now i am. i figure now that the sun is finally down- i'll get out of bed for a little bit anyway. gosh i wished i'd adhered to this policy all of my adult life. ida saved myself a ton of trouble and heartache and prolly made a hell of alot more money too, if i sit and think about it. how can you harass someone by leaving them alone? that is the question on my mind now. it sounds a bit off, but the more i think about it, i can see how someone who didn't think quite right in the first place could think that way. head butt me on the way down mother fucker, i ain't into beating my head against a brick wall- ten years of making a fool of myself is about plenty for me or anybody else iffin you'd ask them. the message couldn't be clearer had it been written on a white painted wall in my own fresh blood, you would never love me the way i loved you and you never could. it wasn't because of where i was either, you were willing to play around with her, and she is legally married with that gift you were always so glad you were never given. this is a post that will not be around long, i wrote it and it's wrong. i may leave it, but it will change- because like the love i once had for you for so long- has changed forever and now too is gone.
