things seem weird now. My side is splitting, my body is falling apart. And it’s not what you’re thinking, because you always put words in my mouth. Always thinking you got me figured for lame and a failure for anything you ask me to do. Well you’re wrong, this time I’m sure I’m really over you. If we didn’t talk, I don’t know if i would care. But this is useless, because you wouldn’t want to hear my words now anyways. But listen up because these are the facts, and sometimes the facts bite back. My arm went through a window and now its stitched from bottom to top, my side is splitting and i don’t think its gonna stop. I GOT to the hospitial and they said i would live, but the pain’s telling me otherwise....its going inside to outside until i’m outside in. i think one more trip to the ER could finish me off, i know that turns you on...once again- wouldn’t you love it if my apendix burst and you wouldn’t have to think about me for days as i waste away in the hospital bed thinking of what to say. there’s nothing much, nothing much at all. its ok to hate me now.