1,2,3, BREATHE!

Butterfly breathe.

I'm angry again.

The Italian lied to me and I think he should pay. I want him to pay.

I hate that I rock back and forth.
I hate that I cry and clench my jaws.
I hate that I'm bipolar.
I hate that I cant make him pay without going to jail.

He needs to hurt,
He needs to feel like I feel.

1,2,3, Breathe.
F*cking lying ass bastard.

May he roll over in excruciating pain tonight, this night. At the moment he calls out for God, may my face creep across his eyelids and may the pain endure until the morning.

Pain, yes pain, may it know you biblically and disturb your slumber.