She knows I hate her. She knows I hate her new boyfriend even more. So, for the love of what ever omnipotent figure that truely exisits in the universe, why does she incist on showing up to 'talk'? Why can't she see, whatever shread of emotion I had left for her died in the dark, cold embrase of my now withered heart?

I know she can see the scars, she can see the death with in my eyes, she knows the anger and sorrows that fills me. Is they why she keeps coming back? To torment me? I shouldn't have let her talk me out of it that night.

You know what they say... pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...