First off.

I loved him.

I was happy. I loved being with him. I loved being his. I loved holding his hand, or staring into his eyes...

Cory, I loved you. You could have had it all, everything. Me, Matt...Sam, Schum.... If only you were patient, trustworthy, and not a selfish arse.




He lied, and hid things... He hurt me repeatedly. He is a nightmare. He is my Pain. The end.

I hope he realizes that ICP has tainted him(sorry Juggalo/juggalettes... It really is bad for him) and that he needs to decide what means most to him. If he has sex with someone--Don't effing lie to them. That makes him like all of the jerks my mother slept with--and then they beat her. Cory--You aren't any better than any of them. In fact--You're worse. You play on people's emotional weaknesses. And you manipulate them.

You are a user. And I am no longer your tool.

I deserve--and will do, better. I will find a guy who will love me. And I will forget the pain Cory caused. After I kick him in the 'nads.