APRIL 22, 2010.
Early in the morning.
And all is just a lie. From A to Z. A fucking lie.
You will forget me, easily. Because you don't care. & I will forget you, as easily as you will. Because I don't care. You're just a trick, a lie to my feelings. The ones which hurt so deep inside. Do you even like me? Do I?
Another palliative to my life. This is what you are.

And I'm a bitch myself, with myself.