Grow Up. Seriously.

Life is a series of moments, that you live, you love, and you learn.

You're suposed to learn.

Michelle tought me a lot. Most importantly she tought me, I got no pitty from her, cause we all have our trials and our tribulations and it affects us all. What i went through what i lost is nothing special. We "crush it, we stomp it, we bury it, we move on."

Hipocricy.

So you can't look me in the eye. You can't manage to give a "hello." If you think for a moment it doesn't hurt me either, that i don't miss you, that part of me wishes it was all different, you're wrong. However, you tought me, to suck it up a little bit and move on.

You can't even look me in the eye.

Suck it up. I'm sick of it. Take me off your myspce, run out the door and far away when you come across me, pourposly don't show up when I'm going to be somewhere, because you're afraid.

I never, in a million years, thought you'd let someone else control your life like that. And damn, I thought maybey just once you'd eventually be able to speak to me.

I used to be crushed, sad, and feel bad. Now, you just piss me off.

Like you spoke to me so many times, "You get no pitty from this end" "I'm playing the worlds smallest violin just for you."

No ones worth your tears. Not me, not anyone. Damn it i thought you could at least gain some respect for yourself.

No... I find you can't be in a room with me, and you've taken up smoking.

-Marteney