heyitscheey
youll feel it. and youll regret every single thing youve done to me.. itll hurt.. itll make you think about what you did. itll make you hurt as bad as i did. you will feel my wrath.
I ran away, not looking behind me. it was too much to handle, it all crashed down on me at once.. what was I supposed to do? live in a place of hate? live in a place where there was always regret? I couldn't do that to myself. so I had one choice, and one choice only. my choice was to flee.