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After a full day of making me feel horrible, starting a fucking fight after every sentence I say, ignoring how awful you made me feel, you come into bed say "I'm sorry but I'm cutting back on weed and I'm cranky" and expect to be able to snuggle up next to me and have my forgiveness?
May I say again, "Fuck. You."
I may be sore and tired today but sleeping on the couch and away from you and your pathetic excuses and lack of real remorse but more pity that you won't get to have a good sleep alone is worth it.
May I say again, "Fuck. You."
I may be sore and tired today but sleeping on the couch and away from you and your pathetic excuses and lack of real remorse but more pity that you won't get to have a good sleep alone is worth it.