It all my fault

It was my fault that I had to move the fan out of the way.

It is my fault I refused to change my life for you.

It is my fault for loving.

It is my fault for letting myself believe in you.

It's my fault for wanting you.

It is my fault to believe there is a happily ever after with you.

It is my fault for letting you wreck me into pieces.

You need to bitch on your blog post

I thought it would be fun to bitch about someone on this blog like I used to. It's nostalgic okay.

I am a petty person but I don't get too mad or annoyed by it unless you have crossed the line.

SINCE BITCH AIN'T GONNA SEE THIS, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT (Even if she does, WHO CARES).

Everyone is entitled to their believes/ideals/preference but don't ever shove it down someone's throat. You got your preference and I got mine.

So bitch if I ain't talking to you I ain't talking to you. So what if you say I have social awareness issues. Not your problem and I do take offence to that. Come on, when someone say no offence. AN OFFENCE IS TAKEN. I choose to be socially oblivious but not as if you know that. Good to know that even I could fool your silly pretencious ass. By the way, I got no idea how you link social awareness to someone being gullible. Please do enlighten me. I really want to know.

If you happen to annoyed or offended by my loudness I am sorry you feel this way. I truely am. I understand I can be too loud and I have trouble controlling that. So what does those 2 have anything to do with you? Cecelia is the most hard working student in class and I feel bad because I do not need to work as hard as her to understand at the same level. I have been in her position before. I know the struggle and pain. It's not easy.
I don't even know how Marsha offended you. Neither do I know how Cecelia offends you. Do the whole class a favour and get off their backs.

My aim was to do well in school. I would love an A but so does everyone else. Thank you Santa. If you want to know why, you gave me a reason to fight even harder. To prove that I am better than you. I know I am but I want my grades to prove it. I never had an issue with you. I admire you. I admire how great you look and how well you spoke. Guess I thought wrong.

Do feel honoured in being in my blog okay :)
Then again no one reads this.

Here is me trying to shove your shit so far up your ass that it comes out from your mouth.

XOXO,
Michelle

It is what it is

Guess the current relationship we have is just making use of each other. I have no idea what uses you get out of me other than my Netflix account which seems kinda stupid comparing the fact that I use you for your house and your disgusting level of smartness.

This whole relationship is just weird. Doesn't matter anyway. We are just not meant to be. 'We' shouldn't have existed. You were never who I thought you were. The 'old' you that I fell in love with was the result of my denial and delusion.

I am comfortable living in this sick and twisted fantasy. Truth to be told, I need to find a new Wonderland. A Wonderland that is no longer demented. A Wonderland without the need to numb. No more denials no more delusion.

NO MORE LIVING WITH THE PAIN
NO MORE YOU

I thought you would be less painful than Benjamin. I have learn how to live without him and hopefully soon enough, I will not only learn how to live without you but also to forget you.