(no subject)
Honey sweetheart lovely dearest... you are building resentment inside me, little by little, like some sort of labor intensive brickwork.
Here's some things that you do wrong, if you've been wondering (which I'm perfectly aware you haven't been.)
When you:
- say hello, if ever, than rarely.
- don't say thank you... ever.
- never say goodbye with anything approaching, yknow, interest.
- suggest things and don't follow through. ( <-- yes, it's that important!)
- don't call me back... ever.
- don't bother to put any effort into sex.... ever. (I know I can't really fault you for this, but, I mean, seriously? Seriously?!)
- get angry with me for really stupid shit.
- get angry with me for being angry at you when you are really obviously in the wrong. (possibly the most idiotic thing ever, ever.)
- expect me to comfort you and never reciprocate.
- pay so much attention to your goddamn drug friends and your goddamn telephone. (Q: Would I ever call someone when I was with you? A: Of course not!)
... you are performing TEXTBOOK impositions. Just tiny little things that are unimportant on their own but that cause me, if anyone asks, to go off like a skyrocket at all the absurd, assholeish things you do.
And that's what I've been wanting to say. Since, yknow, August.
And don't worry. There will be more, I'm sure.
Here's some things that you do wrong, if you've been wondering (which I'm perfectly aware you haven't been.)
When you:
- say hello, if ever, than rarely.
- don't say thank you... ever.
- never say goodbye with anything approaching, yknow, interest.
- suggest things and don't follow through. ( <-- yes, it's that important!)
- don't call me back... ever.
- don't bother to put any effort into sex.... ever. (I know I can't really fault you for this, but, I mean, seriously? Seriously?!)
- get angry with me for really stupid shit.
- get angry with me for being angry at you when you are really obviously in the wrong. (possibly the most idiotic thing ever, ever.)
- expect me to comfort you and never reciprocate.
- pay so much attention to your goddamn drug friends and your goddamn telephone. (Q: Would I ever call someone when I was with you? A: Of course not!)
... you are performing TEXTBOOK impositions. Just tiny little things that are unimportant on their own but that cause me, if anyone asks, to go off like a skyrocket at all the absurd, assholeish things you do.
And that's what I've been wanting to say. Since, yknow, August.
And don't worry. There will be more, I'm sure.