From Me To You

Who do you think you are? Seriously, who the fuck do you think you are? You think you can just play with me and then just throw me away, like a toy. Well you know what; I'm not a fucking toy. You can't just mess up my feelings like that. You know what I'm like; you know how doing something really small could fuck me up. Well, this isn't small, and I'm so much more than fucked up. How fucking dare you.

What is wrong with you? Why in god's name did you lie about something as important as that? And why lie to everyone apart from her? You think I'm psycho? You think I'm psycho? You've got your facts wrong there, matey boy. She's the psycho one. But what do you expect me to do after you start dating her... again. Especially after that Tuesday. So much for you not liking her. Who do you think you are, to listen to me tell you how I feel about you and then just start something with her... again the very next day?

I thought you were different. I thought you understood me. I thought you were perfect. Seems I was wrong. I thought you understood how unstable I am. I thought you knew that anything could break me. Well, not anything, but anything you did. Do you know that nothing has hurt me as much as what you've done? Well, not nothing, one thing has hurt me more, but that was likely to hurt me more. But do you know how all over the place I am thanks to you?

Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making me feel like shit? Are the two of you doing all this just to spite me? To make me feel so unworthy, so pointless that all I do is wallow in my own self-pity. You've had me crying so much in the past two days, that I'm just sick of you. I'm so pissed off at you that I don't even want to think of you. You bastard.

Do you know that about an hour ago, someone who you introduced me to over the internet and I are coming up with ways to kill the pair of you? She's pissed off with you too. We both want the old you back, the one who was relaxed and funny. Not the emo version of you.

I should have done something the moment I saw you talking to her. But I'm not blaming myself because it's you who is to blame. You didn't think of my feelings when you decided to go out with her again. You're just a complete ass hole.

But you know what? I'm over it. Well, I'm not, but I'm stronger than you think I am. I'm not going to let you get to me. I'm going to pretend like it doesn't hurt me. Then, after a while, it won't hurt me. Because I've had too much fucking heart ache, I don't need any more from you. You're just bastard. You don't deserve someone like me. You have fun with your psycho, and when you realise what she is, I won't be there to pick up your sorry ass pieces. I'm better than that.

AN: this is about what I'm going though at the moment and I needed something to get it out of my system. Just imagine its Mitchie about Shane and Tess or something.