6 days. Nothing. Not a word.

Not, give me some time. Not, I’m pissed at you.

Not fuck you. Nothing.

welp.

No answer is an answer

no action is an action.

I’ll probably regret it like drinking too much tequila.

Foolish woman that I am,

I said what I had to today.

Why the fuck not. I have nothing to lose.

I’m sick over this.

I am angry. So very angry

Hurt.

My. Heart. Hurts.

Maybe I’m the asshole.

Maybe I’m the psycho bitch from hell.

14 years in January.

This isn’t about me…

He cut me. deliberately. easily. with precision

didn’t have the decency to hand me a tourniquet

as I bled out on the sidewalk and he walked away.

I thought…

I thought my Anam Cara was walking with me to the next fork

to help witness me

that fork

my death.

A death that will come too soon

Ah…promises of never doing this again.

An offer to be my executor.

To mind my blog

everything is..until it isn’t

He was always like coming home to me

Again, my heart has no home…

I ha have never hated anyone

I I I’ve never uttered the the the words

And it it tttook everything i i i had to

na na not say

I hate you for treating me this way,

be be because I sshould

and I da da da don’t

But I I I can’t do th th this anymore

I’m na na not the bad person he’s ma making me out to be.