You were the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them, bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness! You were the peanut butter to my jelly. You were my fucking cinnamon apple! My cinnamon apple dammit! That was supposed to mean something to you…to us! I gave you my heart but you ripped it out of my chest like Kano possessed! I thought we were better than that. I thought I meant something to you. You’re just like all the others who swore up and down that they were different. I guess your words and actions are as empty as you’ve left my life and heart.
That’s how I felt
when Mariah Carey married fucking Nick Cannon! Now she has two fuck trophies and an alleged photoshop problem when all of you abandoned blogging and me. I kid or maybe don’t. Sad day when I have to admit Chris Brown is right about anything. *Rocks in the corner, glaring at you*