For Luck

When I was a little girl I would draw you butterflies for good luck.

I wish someone would draw me butterflies.

Sweet, Sweet Justice.

I find contentment in knowing that, at the end of the day, I have bigger balls then you EVER will.

Burn?

I hold onto people too hard... to close. And for way, way too long. This is, without a doubt, my ultimate flaw.

Ironic

You know, all this time, all this time that has passed, that has disappeared before my very eyes... All this time I've been sitting here. Feeling sorry for myself. Missing that point in my life. Missing how happy I was with everything. Missing your friendship... And come to find out, you can't even attend a common friends going away party because you don't want to chance seeing me??? You need to get over yourself. You're really not that important. Or that special. I have faith in knowing that I am nothing like you, after all, what kind of a person waits for a holiday to come around to end things. A spineless one, that's what kind. Hey, I've got an idea, send me a post card when you make it to hell. Lest you're there already.

Then send me two.

Bad Blood?

Your final entry in my life was a submission on a Deviant Art journal entry? House hold harmony ruined? Good to know. Good. To. Know.