yes, i know we've already broken up. hell you dont have to tell me that.

and yes, whatever we do is none of mine or your gawd damn business.

but when you read an entry, it gets to you. because it is obviously for a loved one. ok am i benig presumptous here by assuming it's for me? maybe. but you know what? i dont care.

i mean, read it ok? just read it.
just read what you wrote.

of course im angry. because it isnt fair. you owe me the right to hear straight out from your mouth about anything and everything concerning me or us.
yes you owe me.
after what we've been through, those words dont do justice to me. no point explaining you may say? bloody hell i dont need to explain anything but i want to know what on earth is going through your head.

none of my business? screw it, screw you.

if it wasnt meant for me, then fine, it's for the loved one after me then. or before me, or during me. whatever. but yes i think you owe it to me to tell me who it's meant for then.

because you cant deny how it sounds.

so why not come clean and admit it?

dont fucking play with me.

and dont ever fucking lie to me.

i thought i taught you the importance of communication.
how quickly you seem to forget.

fucking shit the anger just came back all over again. you know that?
because even at this point of time, i dont understand why you do the things you do and i dont understand why i cant get through to you and i dont know understand why you still get to me.

f.u.c.k.