I have a bitch. Hah... I am a bitch, so it only makes sense, right? heh.

Okay, so... just for the record. I'm sick of being the whiny little kid hanging onto your leg, begging for an ounce of attention. I really don't think this is working for me any longer, pal. Something's got to change.

So, here's what's going to change. I'm going to quit asking you to do anything, any more. I was really looking forward to tonight, simply becuase I ahven't hung out with you in so long. The fact that the person, whom I will refer to in the future of this bitch as "The Bitch" (capitalized for added meaning and it is being used in place of a name), was there, really made me disappointed. In me, in you, in justice of the system. In me, becuase I actually thought I could hang out with someone I thought was my best friend, in you for blowing me off, and in the justice becuase seriously, I try my ass off at anything I do, I try not to piss off people too much, and what do I get? Oh right. I get jack-shit. Not Jack Shit, but jack-shit, one word, that means I get jack-squat nothing besides tons of bull-shit.

You know how I said it was hard for me to hate The Bitch? Well, it's getting easier. Mostly becuase I really hate that I'm jealous of the girl who is fucking you over behind your back. Really, what's to be jealous of? Do you mind if I speak ill of one of your "greats"? And have you ever really noticed how all of your "greats" have cheated on you, lied to you, and done nothing but put you through hell? Hmm... Now, how masochistic are you, truly? Do you really love the whips and chains, or are the handcuffs and fingernails enough?

Not to sound bitter, but to be blunt, I am. I'm sick to death of your bullshit, I'm sick to death of my cowardice, and I'm fucking sick of being jerked around like a dog on a leash.

Pal, I've watched you beat on yourself, then go back and bend over, asking, "Thank you ma'am, may I have another?" No wonder why you couldn't handle me, I didn't have enough control issues. I love you, and you don't even realize. I wish you could love yourself half as much as I do; if you did, you would know what it was like to be happy. Don't be dumb. Pick someone who won't screw you over, jsut so i don't have to watch you fall, walk over and pick you up, pretending to smile so you don't realize it hurts that much. And than go do it again. Just grow a brain, will you? I love you.