Was it something I did? Was it something I didn’t do? Was it something I said? Was it something I didn’t say? Was it me?

These thoughts run through my head, when I’m alone at night, going over everything that didn’t go down. Why did you not tell me? Why wasn’t I worth mentioning? Why couldn’t you just tell me you didn’t want me anymore? Please, I’m begging you. For my peace of mind. Why?

When it’s all said and done, I guess this “relationship” comes down to one thing. I wasn’t worth your time. You never called, you never texted, you only chatted with me, when YOU wanted something. It was never because you wanted to hang out as friends. You just wanted to use me in the worst possible way. And when I could no longer fulfill what you wanted, you decided I was no longer worth it to you. The part that hurts me the most, the part that’s crept under my skin and is haunting my every waking moment, you never told me. You left me. Without a message, a note, nothing. You didn’t even read my message. You just chose to ignore and block. Well I have news for you. I’m done. I am worth so much more than what you put me through. I am worth attention, love, respect. I’m worth at least a call or a text. I’m worth so much more. But you never understood my worth, you only thought of your own. Some people never change.

I was quickly reminded, you texted me asking if you could come over, of just how much one person can break another persons heart.

You texted me having just left a party. Drunk and a little high. I should've known better. When you got here you told me that you just came over for a quick dip. That hurt. I suppose I should be happy that you thought of me through your haze.

It could have been worse, I tell myself as I sit on the cold bathroom floor. He could have texted another girl. Like he did three years ago. 'Remember, that was the reason you left him.' My brain is yelling at me, my eyes screaming at me, my heart sobbing for me.

Why did I let you in when you were the one who made me put my walls up in the first place?

I woke up this morning with him pressed to my back, and the whole time I kept wishing that it was you who was curled up next to me. I thought I would be over all of this. I thought I left these feelings along with my heart in the past when I walked out that door. It's been three damn years but I still love you. I was unfortunate enough to find the love that transcends mind, body, and soul at a very early age. Now I have to live with the regret of letting you go when all I really wanted was for you to stay.

If you want to do my job as manager

Be my guest

If you want a million projects that day

Be my guest

If you want to deal with shitty customers

Be my guest

If you want to call store support because something isn't working

Be my guest

If you want to work eight full hours with no breaks

Be my guest

If you want to deal with whiny team members

Be my guest

If you want to get scolded for something you didn't do

Be my guest

Please take my job

Be my guest

But don't you dare complain to me

And don't you dare criticize my choices

If you're reading this it means that I have done my part in this story If you're reading this, it means that I have failed in stoping this war between the living and the dead. I created the virus that wiped out almost all of humanity and was not able to complete the antidote in time. I was not able to stop the end in time and have been affected myself and have become one of them and for this I am so sorry.

Now it is up to you to save the fate of humanity. There is a cure to saving the rest of the living and possible the dead. I wasn't able to finish it in time before the launch of the virus to the world. I beg of you, find my lab, find my research, finish the cure. Or we all will perish. My name is Dr. Maria Green. Its up to you to finish what I've started. A terrible task, I know, but one that will effect the entire world either way. I'm sorry, but you are humanity's only hope. 

I know I don't have to shut the door anymore.

I know that I can leave it open for others.

I know that I am safe now,

And no one will come in and hurt me.

I know all this, yet still,

Old habits are hard to kill.

I wish that I could take it all back.

To relive that moment when we parted.

To take back all the things that I did.

To take back all the things that I said.

To take back the trust I put in you.

I wish I could take it all back,

But the fact is: I can't.

And no one is more sorry about that than me.

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Oh darling, you don't know how true that it.

There is nothing worse than disappointing a woman,

When she's had her hopes up all day long.

Because the moment that you disappoint her,

That's when she looses her trust.

It takes forever to get that trust back.

During that time when her trust is gone,

She'll make your life a living hell.

So trust us when we say don't cross us.

Because truly, Hell hath no fury.