RIGHT, SO the majority of people on this site seem to be a bunch of little fucks playing about with their dicks in front of a keyboard and whatever gets typed out....BAM! You slap a title on it and call it a "confession". Yeah? Yeah, okay. Well here's my motherfucking confession, I wrote it in the form of a letter and it has a bit of artsy fartsy romanticism in it, so I'm sorry if you can't understand an ounce of it just because it doesn't sound like it should be in the article of a Tabloid. I better not get anything from the illiterate and religiously savvy sheeple, either. That's that shit I don't like. Alright then. Here you all go; What the fuck is a letter? How am I supposed to just put every single little thing I feel about you down into words right now? I hate you. I hate that you acted like you liked me so. fucking. much. you held my hand, you walked me home, yousaidsweetthingstome in between the kisses&thecaressing, our fingers interlocked and you put your arm around me and It wasn't real, none of it ever was. You have a girlfriend, something you didn't seem to like mentioning too often but we both knew it was there. Sometimes I thought that when you did act so interested in me that you and this girl were no longer together.What can I say? I’m nothing but a foolish, little, girl. I hate myself. I lied to myself. I made myself think it was okay because I was Falling in love With you. And I know I’ll be looked down upon for this. I’m “That Girl” On the side “That Slut” You essentially cheated on her with. What kills me the most is the memory of you, I know I’ll always have it. The countless encounters, I don’t know why any of it means so much to me. I know it doesn't make an ounce of difference to you. What kills me the most is that this is just another thing I helped screw up. What I want the most from you is to pretend that I never existed, I’m sure that won’t be so hard.