Im happy. I destroyed you. I shattered your heart then trying to put it back into your chest. Then i took your heart back out again and twisted and ripped it apart. Then i chewed it and spat it back out. Im glad i ended things. Im proud of the way I did it. I need to be. Although I miss the old you every time we speak. You just seemed to turn into an arse hole who does everything that I hate but were talking about me being bitch so why doe that matter. The way I changed you into is every reason why I cant be with you again. Not that i've already fucked you up. I just hate you. I hate your attitude when you talk to me i know you dont want to be friends I wished you had the courage to say it to me.