Today's the 100th day of me and you,
Yesterday I read your blog.
And found out, you don't really care 'bout me, do you?

So that's it isn't it?
I'm just another replacement, and now you have what you wanted I become another unused toys, thrown away, forgotten.
When we first started, we talked about life during the holidays, how we could spend time together, how it would be much fun going to your house showing me your kindergarten pictures.
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I imagined us being together... happy.
I even prepared a 100th day present. But bitch I think you'll never get it...

Now you have what you want, everything you were so happy about, you had it back.
And me? nothing else...just forgotten...as if nothing ever happened. As if I never existed.

You told me you wouldn't change.
You told me you would be with me as long as I called.

And now you're so busy with your fucking activities, guess you just forget,you don't need me no more.

Bitch I guess I should never said yes. I should just tell you I'm not interested.
I should just let you rot there.
Let you have NOTHING to think about. NOTHING TO CLING ON.

So I guess your daddy was right. You're nothing but a selfish bitch, you think you're the only one who get hurt do you? You think you're the only miserable one? You think YOUR life is bad?
Bitch you have no idea.

And I regret I even WENT OUT with you.
I should've never said yes.
I should've said no and let you rot. And maybe perhaps keep a better relationship with someone who really cared.