Vent.

I needa vent, on the real. I sat in fourth period, and heard people bringing your foul name up. Man, you are truly despicable. The fact of the matter is, I didn't even know you that well, and you put me through much much more than someone could do in such a short period of time. I feel sorry for you, truly. I'm sorry that you had to lie to yourself--- pretending like you were so innocent in the whole dilemma. I'm sorry that you had to lie to me--- pretending like you were so innocent in the whole dilemma. And I'm fucking sorry that you had to hurt yourself, making yourself become lower than the low, and becoming looked at beyond the word-- dislike. I'm sorry that I barely know you, yet I wish I never knew of you. It's been months and months, I've let them pass. I've let them slide right past me, sitting back beneath the shadow of your shadiness. You are definitely an infamous one. Ultimately, you are one I will never forgive.

Catching Z's is what's good around this time, so good night my fellow bloggers. You sleep tight now, mhm! Nights!