Hey Hey, let’s get this right.
Let’s watch me die,
with my worse fear, knives.

I don’t care how you do it or where you place it. I prefer in the heart that way I died knowing I’m not loved. And that would be just great. Just like all the lies that spilled from your mouth with laughter of the lies that you told me. I think you think that I’m a good person; and I laugh at your ignorance. Because I lie. I’m a little more than that. I don’t feel much for anything.

Tonite is my new night. Tonite is where I hate. And I forget all about what made who I was.

Yes, you think I lie. I laugh at your ignorance. I'm changed. Say Good-bye to the old May. The one who was a hopeless romantic. The one who felt love, despite how she was 'depressed,' poor fuckin' fool. HEY! I might just start another diary, this new May won't like this whole fuckin' shit on 'Panera,' and how she misses people. Personally, I don't give a flying fuck whether or not you die tomorrow or die at my feet. I think I'd laugh. I guess that makes me bad, and it feels good. I’m leaning towards hate. Not just that empty feelings but that hate that Hitler felt. Yes, like that. You think that’s bad? It gets worse. I know you’ll hate me because I don’t care about fairytales anymore. I don’t care about love. You think I’m lying abut I don’t. Maybe this is me being evil. I guess it is. Because I’ve never wanted to kill this badly.

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