One time through is all it took for you
And I was the exception to the rule.

So he got kinda pissed. And apparently he still thinks there's something he could do to hurt me. He is mistaken. Nothing he could do would ever cause me harm. And late at night, I have someone to talk to. I don't miss him. All he has left is his belief that he still holds some power over me... He doesn't.

FUCK MY LIFE.
The physical symptoms are setting in, thank you PTSD.
I feel like a bitch cause I was finally able to wreak havoc on E's emotions. It was satisfying for.. .3 seconds. Then I just felt like shit. Now I'm lying awake with a headache and violent, uncontrollable twitching.
It's fucking lovely. x[

Katy Perry,
Go to hell.
Thank you.

Vie

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