May 03, 2007 02:36
Cue venting.
I am going to live for me.
When you figure out what the fuck it is you want, you let me know.
If I'm gone by then. TOUGH FUCKING TITTY.
'Cause I'm awesome and a pretty good effing catch. But if you want to fuck around with meatloaf when you could have steak, then that's your decision. I can't help it.
To be honest, I'm getting kinda sick of putting myself out there for you to tear me apart. I don't deserve this, regardless of the decision that I made. And besides, that's in the past. You did your fair share of crappy decisions too, but I never held them against you.
So...when you decide what the fuck it is you want, please let me know. Or don't. Either way, I hope you find what you're looking for.
But know that I won't be around forever.
This is the beginning of something new. I'm letting you go. You can come to me if you want to see me again.
Goodbye.