10am
I awake to the sounds of morning. My innocent eyes look like I have just breakfast and good intentions planned, but looks can hide the most secret of sin. I have been planning this for months now. He thought he had the last word, well, think again.
12:30pm
Lunch tastes better than it ever did. Deep thoughts and careful planning cloud my judgement, that's why today exists - because I'm going to have my say. They always say "hell hath no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned", well honey, they haven't seen my chaos erupt. Just wait...
4:50pm
The hours are just a constant "tick, tock" in my mind. It's like insanity is about to set in. Maybe it has already. My hourglass figure and Oxford-like intellect make for a heck of a poison, or so it seems. I've been known to break a few, and maybe I don't just mean hearts.
8:30pm
The deep beats inside, my precussion-like beats from cadiac movement. A broken heart gets its sewing needle and stitches tonight. He ruined my fairy tale by sealing the deal with that tramp. That's okay. He'll never forget this face.
11:30pm
Last minute preperation. I look so vile. I even disgust myself by the way I look. But hey, it's for one night, thank God. See, guys like him are the reason real women like us end up single are whole lives. So, he thinks he can play the "anti-Cupid", huh? We'll see...
12pm
Hey! Yeah, it's me again. Didn't think you'd ever see me again, did you. After the broken windows of my four chambers that my love called home was shattered, and I was left to pick up the pieces alone, I figured it was time to get what's mine.
So that's why....what? Wait....put that away. Please, stop pointing that at me. Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should have been more respectful. Just, please.
Stop. No!
No!
I said I was...
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