For M

No you tell me now, what am I supposed to do now. What do I do without you. I can't eat, i can't sleep, he'll I can't even breathe. I can cry, and that I do. Is that you wanted for me? Why did you leave me? Why Monika? Didn't I love you? Didn't you believe that the love was the? Weren't you happy with me? Was i not good enough for you? Didn't I do everything I could?

I love you. There is no past tense in love. I love you Monika, I do.

Even though you don't.

For M

Bitch, you should have died. I wish you drop dead right now. You know what, you should commit suicide. Slit your wrist and then slit your own throat. That will make me happy.

Why are you still reading this blog? What do you want from me? You are too ashamed to call aren't you.

I'm feeling suicidal. This is getting too much for me. Its 9 PM here. Its raining out. Rain used to make me feel good. Now it makes me want to kill myself. Its a long night. I hope I survive till morning. I don't want to die. But this rain and night is making me. I'm trying not to think about ways to do it. I'm a pre-crastinator. So if I couldn't plan it, I'm sure I'd survive. Hope this works. Or this could be my last post. You'll know.

This is going to be a long night.

I'm feeling suicidal. This is getting too much for me. Its 9 PM here. Its raining out. Rain used to make me feel good. Now it makes me want to kill myself. Its a long night. I hope I survive till morning. I don't want to die. But this rain and night is making me. I'm trying not to think about ways to do it. I'm a pre-crastinator. So if I couldn't plan it, I'm sure I'd survive. Hope this works. Or this could be my last post. You'll know.

This is going to be a long night.

I'm feeling suicidal. This is getting too much for me. Its 9 PM here. Its raining out. Rain used to make me feel good. Now it makes me want to kill myself. Its a long night. I hope I survive till morning. I don't want to die. But this rain and night is making me. I'm trying not to think about ways to do it. I'm a pre-crastinator. So if I couldn't plan it, I'm sure I'd survive. Hope this works. Or this could be my last post. You'll know.

This is going to be a long night.

I check the traffic stats of this blog daily. Its not much, but it says how many people, and from which country, visited which post. Whenever someone visits, I feel its you.

Depressed people are the loneliest, talking to no one, meeting no one, because no one wants a miserable person, but those are the ones who need the people most.

Happy birthday

Happy birthday, Bitch. Why don't you just drop dead! You are the worst person I know. I am so ashamed that I ever loved you.