4. A.K.A

Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I'm repeating the cycle again, but only this time it's a new feeling. Instead of the heartbreak and pain, I now feel disappointment. I don't have any respect left for you, dear husband. None at all. Oh, and I like how your newest fascination notices me more than you. But then again, you wouldn't care, would you? At least, not while you're sober. Don't talk to me, email, message or type. Delte me from you life as easily as you deleted my messages.
...Don't speak my name, don't think of me, forget I ever existed; Don't remember me, I've forgotten you.
-I don't want you anymore
and I'm tired of being such a whore
You won't fuck around with me again
And I won't let you get into my head
I don't want you
don't need you
I don't want to see you ever again
I can't stand you
can't understand you
I can't ever feel anything for you
No, I'll never fall in love with you
never again