Once you've let something go, it isn't yours anymore.
Don't dwell on it. Don't hope for anything.
It makes my blood boil every single time i see/hear your name.
It makes me feel like giving you one nice roundhouse kick on the nose.

After knowing that it's already broken and blood's
flowing down from your nostrils,
I would love to watch you bleed to death.
If not, i would love to see you being crippled for life.

Girl, you're old enough to think and act maturely.
But it looks like as if you have the mind of a 14 year old kid.
My patience's running thin.

&heart;

Dark Blessings upon Thy. 7:21 AM