Justice, Fucker

If you get burned by the same people I warned you about and told you to stay away from in the very first place, AGAIN, then I must say this to you: You deserve every fucking second of it. I hope it was worse the second time around. And I can strum nothing into your wounds apart from the sweet, sweet chords of justice. A long time coming and much deserved justice. Bitch.

Home?

I go to work. I sing along to the music that swims from my radio the whole way home. But as soon as I pull into the driveway I'm hit with a sinking feeling. This isn't home. It's a roof. But it's not a home. It's empty and it's cold. and most of all, it's lonely. It's shelter, but it's not home. And every day the distance grows farther and farther and I long for nothing more and nothing harder than to find a place I can call home. To find a place where I feel warmth. To find a place where I feel welcome. To find a place I can call my own; where I can finally, call home.

Save It

The fact that you came into my store today wasn't what bothered me. It wasn't even that I had to lay eyes on your sorry face. It was the fact that after the war you waged between myself and the others was started BY YOU. Was won BY YOU. I was left standing in the dust with nothing to show for. You wanted me to see how unwanted I was in all of their lives and you did JUST that. Just that. I had never felt more unwanted in my life. Not prior and not hence.

The thing that bothered me about today was that after all the shit you pulled, all the harsh things you said to me... You had to nerve to smile at me. And what's more, you had the sheer audacity to WAVE at me. Like we're pals, like you didn't single handedly make sure I was so beaten down and broken that I wouldn't have the strength to retort. I didn't even want to smile at you. LET ALONE wave. You're so fake. You can keep your god damn house hold harmony and shove that shit right back up your ass where it belongs.

""Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."
Small minded? Absolutely.

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.