There are things in life I don't know what to do with...
Like people, who don't call you back. People that you might worry about; people you might like to know if they are still alive and walking.
Part of me wants to write people like that, off. Just. Cut. Them. Off.
The other part of me wants to be benevolent. Just. Shrug. It. Off.
I've decided to be the former.
I don't need you to call me back. You never needed to be any part of this person's life. I'm sorry you're an asshole. Cuz I'm an asshole too and we could've gotten along so well. Or maybe I scare you. It doesn't really matter to me. I'm done with it.
Through. It was nice getting to know you again. Really, it was. But I guess that doesn't mean much to you.
Enjoy your stupid fucking life, asshole.
Part of me wants to write people like that, off. Just. Cut. Them. Off.
The other part of me wants to be benevolent. Just. Shrug. It. Off.
I've decided to be the former.
I don't need you to call me back. You never needed to be any part of this person's life. I'm sorry you're an asshole. Cuz I'm an asshole too and we could've gotten along so well. Or maybe I scare you. It doesn't really matter to me. I'm done with it.
Through. It was nice getting to know you again. Really, it was. But I guess that doesn't mean much to you.
Enjoy your stupid fucking life, asshole.