I heard the rumours, I heard your great fabrication. Sometimes I wonder to myself, why didn't u get an A1 for English for such fabulous storylines you can come up with. Maginificent... I didn't lock my blog because I'm afraid to let you see what I post but that u are not good enough to see what I post.

I don't understand why you have such a XXXX-ing big ego that everything I post has to do about you. See you got me pissed and you got me using words I don't want to use but you deserve every bit of it...

You stabbed me once, I let it pass. You stabbed me again, I let it slide. I told you I wouldn't stand for it anymore. I don't understand, I've never done anything to you and the crap I've to deal with coming from you is freaking ridiculous.

Why must you come and pretend after every wound you have inflicted, and beg for mercy and apology. You should really get a new script, something that isn't so cliche.

You begged for mercy with a pathetic sms. You don't even dare to look me in the eye and ask for forgiveness and you want me to forgive you of all your sins. But there is something you must know, I'm not the forgiving kind. I'm coming for you and you can burn in hell.

As from this point onwards, I don't really care if it's 10 of you or 10,000 of you. I really don't care. Sometimes it's considered strength to turn the other cheek, you got to look evil right in the face and spit in it's eye. All the pain and all the sufferrings you have put me through is going to rain down on you with ABSOLUTELY no remorse.

I will never apologise for the person that I am, or for the life that I have lived, and I'm going to have no regrets about what's going to happen to you. My only hope is that someday God will be able to forgive me for what I do to you...

They say, Revenge is a dish best served COLD... You will pay for all the vile you have transgressed upon me and my mates. Unforgiven sums it all up for you. I will never forgive you...

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should