And it's not even the weekend.

Jun 09, 2006 17:40

You know. All I wanted was ten minutes.

Ten minutes to be angry. Ten minutes to think about life.

But you had to push. You had to sit there, and not give me the fucking option of being alone. What is it you say? Don't corner an angry person?

Fuck you, I was cornered. At least I don't kick the crap out of people.

And you know what's even better?

Now? I don't even care. I really...really don't care. It's funny as fucking hell actually. Psycoticly funny.

She can have the laptop. Fuck me senseless, because it doesn't even matter anymore. And I want to laugh, because you're up and typing away at how terrible I am. It's silly. It's so...so...endlessly...stupid.

Because none of it fucking MATTERS for the sake of...anything. Not a goddamn bit. Not the computer, not the fucking money. Nothing. Actually, the only thing that matters-...Is that you're upset.

And I care about that. But Hey. You cornered me.

You should expect stupid shit from me.
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