(no subject)
If you want me out of your life so bad then why do you always interrupt mine? I honestly feel bad for anyone that is so unfortunate to run into you, or even be a part of your life. Probably because I know how much of a prick you can be. You're messed up and you like it. You're nothing less than a greedy, selfish, selfless bastard. And that's ALL you're getting from me. I'm sorry that I have to bring you down, yes, one more time. I'm sure it won't be the last, either. I'm sure you find some kind of sick pleasure in me speaking poorly about you. I'm sure you haven't changed one bit since I gave up. I'm sure you're not just as happy as you were when we first met. I'm sure you set yourself up for all of this, and all that has yet to come.