Slow Painful Death 2005
started 10/29/98, converted to prose 09/27/05
I have to try to remember the good things. I am usually so filled with anger that I cant help it, but Ill try. Its hard to remember the good things, when all you can think about are the bad things.
Maybe its just that I wanted someone to care for me. I needed that a lot then, you know. But that wasnt a good enough reason. Looking back, I know that.
Its funny how hindsight is twenty twenty, and its funny how I was going to write something about you that was good... But you were are liar, and still are one, and I wasnt immune to your violence. All of the good memories I have of you are clouded by your anger, and rage, and insolence, and idiocy.
So I guess I cant do it this time. I have to write about things that matter to me. So I could write about how I want you to go through a slow painful death.
But you probably know I think that.
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