I just wasted 9 months of my life training someone who wasn’t ready.

For those who wanted to see us fail, you got your wish.

This is all I am going to say about it. I will not discuss details or reasons or other things, because I believe that some things are better behind closed doors without being under public scrutiny. I will get over it. I will move on. I am resilient and can do anything with or without a slave. My search for the ideal slave will resume again.

Call Me When You’re Sober by Evanescence

Don’t cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can’t keep believing
We’re only deceiving ourselves
And I’m sick of the lie
And you’re too late

Don’t cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Couldn’t take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder you’re jaded
You can’t play the victim this time
And you’re too late

So don’t cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

You never call me when you’re sober
You only want it cause it’s over
It’s over

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine

So don’t cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
Don’t lie to me
Just get your things
I’ve made up your mind

Love
Isabella
xooxoxox

P.S. This time I am turning off comments because truth is, I don’t want anyone’s opinion on this matter. I don’t want or seek sympathy or “I told you so’s” or anyone asking personal information. I don’t want hugs. I don’t want emails. I just want a nice, stiff alcoholic drink.