I always hated sundays

They were always my bad-lucky-day... I've been thru shitty break-ups on these days... once was a month ago, it was an important one. But things then changed. But now... It's the real break-up.

I feel empty. I'm crying my heart out. I even almost puke, almost faint, but my mom got me before I did luckily. I screamed, I now got a fever... I'm depressed, I feel dead inside... He deleted me on Facebook, he blocked me on MSN, I think... he just said it was better... and someday he will talk to me to see how Im feeling... yeah sure... I'll be kicking your ass when you do that... bastard.

Sigh, my back hurts, I can't stop crying, I feel really bad. I miss him, I need him, but same time I know he's not that guy I first met... sigh... I hate life... I hate you, I hate myself. I hate everything... Fuck you very much...