so

I really hope you don't read this, it would be pretty pathetic if i've made it that obvious, but life goes on, yet for me, it doesnt seem to move on, that single "it could happen" or "what if" scenarios drive me crazy to no end, but you have your own inhibitions, and I cant stop that.

nobody reads this crap

Steaming rage, a rancid jealousy
no censorship, I hated him
a terrible friend, encouragement was my policy
but im so glad it's over
a bittersweet symphony of relief
should I tell you?
I wouldnt dare.
But I want to.