bikz (bikz) wrote,
bikz
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bricks.

*bombs Pooka's house, bricks go flying everywhere and I take them all*

*notices mean comments about me on each one*

*throws them around randomly* FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.

I would feel a lot better now if that was real.

Thing is, the only time I heard him really happy is when he broke up with me. Don't you get it? I wanted a fucking BREAK, not a fucking BREAK-UP. I said that then, but you're meant to know me, for fuck's sake. You don't know me at all. What I was after was a while off, not a whole new fucking life as some demented ex which I would rather die than be.

FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.

- b.k. x

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