I Hate Those Who Blame Everything But Themselves

I listened to her stories about her past. About the people that were in her life. How they did her wrong. It wasn't until we broke up and I sat back and looked at the situation I was in and her behaviour at that time. I quickly realised everything was going to be someone else's fault and nothing was ever going to be her fault. Oh no ... She was far too innocent.

I watched her try and twist my world and listened to her try to turn it upside down. By that point I didn't care what she did, just as long as i never had to hear from her again.

When your own enemy has to put her in her place ... you know shit got real.

I couldnt give anymore. I had nothing left to give. She had drained me.

Don't ever give yourself to somebody that just doesn't believe in you and you better believe that the "nicest" person can be malicious and nasty when upset and hurt.

There will always always be more than one side to the story. You just have to listen to the words spoken.