Propaganda

I feel like I’m doing nothing but pumping out propaganda.

I’m so glad Nicki doesn’t know about this diary. At least here I can be honest.

Because I miss her terribly, and I wish we still spoke to each other. And it’s a day-by-day struggle to not cry, or give in and call her up and try to talk things over or something.

But from every online profile that she knows of, it doesn’t say any of that. I appear happy. I seem happy.

But at least here I can be honest. I’m hurting. Badly. It’s so difficult.

Why couldn’t she take 5 minutes out of her day to pick up a phone and call me to tell me about this ‘new’ guy. Why, why, why?

I’ll tell you why. Because she doesn’t care. She’s selfish. She only remembers Bruce when she NEEDS something from him. Fuck that. She never cared. She played me like a harp from hell.

Every person on this earth should be held accountable for the words that come out of their mouth. I will live out the rest of my life PISSED OFF at her for what she did.

I just feel like punching babies. God forbid I find myself in a nursery any time soon.

~Bruce