To anyone who reads this.

yes, I do love this self indulgent angry crap I write on here, its anonymus therefore it isn't harmful. Therapeutic.

The one whos name rhymes with twat.

I don't know what slimey toadstool your beliefs grew on but I hope you realise what a backwards little mess you are, infact, I hope your fiance realises first and dumps you.

To Me

When you're all loved up, you're pathetic.

The man who works in the garage

I understand that whenever you see me, I am drunk and buying too much food, and its usually like 3a.m, but would you like to marry me?
I'll cut down on the partying, and the impulse purcahse of £4 sandwhiches.
Promise.

"Had we but world enough and time"
I'd show you the pain
That stabbed
The Heart
That Bled
And turned the sparkle in my eyes to a dull matt glare.
A stand still celliod frame
Cocooned in alcohol
The clock stopped for me,
The moment your bottom lip meets his.
The boy, who for months I watched
From behind my fringe
Under the guise of a laugh so loud.
I had waited,
Time
Had ran itself tired
As I found the perfect moment, to suggest a drink.
Time ran out, and began again.
Afresh, two seconds after your lips meet his.
The decision not to hate you came easily.
Whats not mine you can have.
The decision not to hurt you did not come easily
Whats no mine you shoud not have.

To Me.

It will all be OK in the end, if it's not OK, then it's not the end.
Simples.