Dear Superman
Maybe. I hate the word. As I hate boys. All relationships. I confided and believed. You clearly listened...And then manipulated. You are in no way the good guy. Whatever message you think you had to give to the world got lost along with your ability to tell the truth.
I tried to think back to a time when you weren't keeping any of it from me. All i could think of was the time when you were actually honest about cheating on me before I had the chance to find out. But as soon as I was all unpacked it was straight down to business... you were so busy in fact that what I feared came true. It's so disgustingly ridiculous that I'm not even going to give you a hint by explaining it for you. But I think that you should ask me. In person. It's important that I clear this up because no doubt you'll find some way to turn it round on me if I don't.
Today I don't give a flying pig's shit what you have to say about this. Today I need to feel better about this. You upped and disappeared to live with raisin head and forgot all your "troubles". I have every right to bitch and moan at you and do whatever neccessary to just get on with it. You don't bother listening anyway, so even if you did talk to me properly, you'd never have a clue what I was saying to you so don't worry your silly head about it now.
Fuck. I'm thinking things that I can say that don't make me look like an unintelligent brat who is only having a bitch about her ex to have something to do. I have so far been unsuccessful in retaining any indication of sensibility throughout this entire thing. Never mind. Start again tomorrow. MAYBE I'll have something nicer to think about you other than the fact that I replay more memories of you being a liar than a truthful person.
This of course will have been swimming through your brain the whole entire time. You've probably managed to understand this whole thing as "I'm so hard done by. All I am is good and she is the one who makes me feel like shit". Well it's not my problem anymore. That's what raisin head is for. Let her make you feel better. I got fired from that position remember?!
Good night indeed.
I tried to think back to a time when you weren't keeping any of it from me. All i could think of was the time when you were actually honest about cheating on me before I had the chance to find out. But as soon as I was all unpacked it was straight down to business... you were so busy in fact that what I feared came true. It's so disgustingly ridiculous that I'm not even going to give you a hint by explaining it for you. But I think that you should ask me. In person. It's important that I clear this up because no doubt you'll find some way to turn it round on me if I don't.
Today I don't give a flying pig's shit what you have to say about this. Today I need to feel better about this. You upped and disappeared to live with raisin head and forgot all your "troubles". I have every right to bitch and moan at you and do whatever neccessary to just get on with it. You don't bother listening anyway, so even if you did talk to me properly, you'd never have a clue what I was saying to you so don't worry your silly head about it now.
Fuck. I'm thinking things that I can say that don't make me look like an unintelligent brat who is only having a bitch about her ex to have something to do. I have so far been unsuccessful in retaining any indication of sensibility throughout this entire thing. Never mind. Start again tomorrow. MAYBE I'll have something nicer to think about you other than the fact that I replay more memories of you being a liar than a truthful person.
This of course will have been swimming through your brain the whole entire time. You've probably managed to understand this whole thing as "I'm so hard done by. All I am is good and she is the one who makes me feel like shit". Well it's not my problem anymore. That's what raisin head is for. Let her make you feel better. I got fired from that position remember?!
Good night indeed.