she doesnt love me animore. she's not afraid to lose me. but she doesnt have the guts to tell it to ma face.
wat does she do?? she tortures me and kills me with her words in a hope that I would totally break down and ask her for the break up. how ingenuous of her!
i was stronger before, but now im falling to her onslaught. no thanks to the bitch frens she has, all they want is for us to split. VULTURES they are. Cunning bitches.
ma knees are weaker. ma mind is a whirlwind. ma words are dried up. i cant seem to fight the battle any longer.
i juz love her to much i guess. i cant seem to get her off ma mind at all! she's like glued to even ma imagination. and yet she makes me cry everytime i dash to answer her calls.
how can one proclaim love when all they do is torture and make one cry? im destroyed inside. i dont even know wat's keepin me goin!
why cant these maffuckers mind their own buisness?? why are they so dedicated to research bout me and dig into our relationships? looks likes even girls these days deserve to get whacked so as to drive some sense into their fuckin empty numbskulls!
such pussies whu aint got the guts to face me, but yet they hide behind ma back and leave distinguished scars, so as to proudly claim a stake in splitting this relationship.
WHY ARE INDIANS LIKE THAT? these peices of shit give the majority a bad name. or maybe its more like just everybody else make up the word 'shit', with an exception of few off course.
i do not want to resort to violent tactics, im a man of peace. but juz dont think im gonna sit ma ass down and watch you destroy ma life. i will dig out ya eyes, unplug ya noses, unclip ya jaws and then FINALLY BREAK YA FACES INTO TWO IF I HAVE TO!!!
peace.
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