Hey Jamie

i need to ask you not to write or call me any more. it makes name disclosed too uncomfortable. you were a good friend. sorry but we just can't talk anymore.

name disclosed

We were only friends. It is ridiculous to feel so insecure that you try to control who your girlfriend's friends are. Sounds to me like some counseling is needed. Fuck.

What the fuck is wrong with people these days? Not only the guys that are trying to control their girls, but the girls letting the guys control them. That is fucking stupid. If you are not happy because your boyfriend is controlling your life, then continue suffering. It's your fucking fault. He can't control your life if you don't let him. So, don't fucking cry around, looking for pitty, look in the mirror and do something about it yourself. No one can help you.

Why is it that everybody turns to me for advice? Don't get me wrong, I love 'trying' to give advice, but my life is extremely fucked up too. I just don't think that I can help anyone anymore. Everytime I try to be caring, I have a psycho boyfriend tell me to back up off his bitch.

So, the moral of this story is, if you want to be my friend... be my friend. Don't be a temporary friend. That's not how it's supposed to work. Friends are supposed to be forever. No one can change it.

So, to my friends that have never turned their back on me... I love you guys. You bring meaning to everyday of my life. Josh, Jennifer, Ashley T., Jackie, Richard, Kurt, Chad... You guys have known me for a long time, and never, not ever, have you betrayed me. I will never betray you.

And to my very best friend, whose loyalty to me is unmeasureable. My Brother, Travis. I love you, thanks for always being there man, you are my world.

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

The Used - I'm A Fake

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