Monday, May 28, 2007
♥ 4:05 PM
In Vancouver now.
I suppose that's why you thought it was okay to _____ __ with me.
You're a jerk!
I thought you were one of those people whom I could trust.
It's funny how I
really thought we shared something.
We were something special to me.
Not anymore. I hate you.
I hate your guts.
Like the song Ting posted on her blog.
Just the scent of you it makes me hurt.
Except you don't make it better.
I hate you.
Dett.
