Fuck
Yeah. Don't worry about it. When I'm gone it won't matter. Maybe just a knot in your hair when you want a favor and then realize you have to look for it elsewhere. S'alright. I don't need your attention. Not in the least. Shit. I don't even give a fuck, man. Years down the drain, who really gives a fuck. Liar, fake, emotional, confused.. whatever you are. Go be what you are over there away from me and my little universe of a dark room and empty juice-boxes. You know what. I'm having so much fun it doesn't even matter. I can smile just as wide without you.