I'm tired of this.
It's late and I've had too much to drink. I'm tired of you and the games you play. You're dragging me along like all your other ex you've ever had and its painful. You don't seem to understand the meaning of the term "Clean Break". This may be what you do and what you're accustomed too, but not me. You say you want to be friends, yet you pick fights with me about anything you can find. You say you wanna work things out with me and get back together, yet you put forth minimal effort, too little too late, and continue to act shady. I have only loved you unconditionally and put my heart out on the edge since day one, and yet you call me controlling.
When you were knocked up I was there for you literally 24/7.
When you lost your job, I helped you get a job that was offered to ME.
When you were broke as shit, I paid every day and night so we could go out and have fun.
When I ran out of money, I pawned my shit so we could have groceries.
When you broke down crying for people who aren't worth one of your tears, I was supportive.
And so now that your life has actually started to turn around, you do what you want to do, regardless of how uncomfortable I told you I was. You have had no regard for my well-being, and have no respect for me and the things I've done for you, and no respect for yourself. You're damaged goods. You have been in so many shitty relationships and treated like shit you can't even see something worth holding on to even if it literally came up and slapped you on the face. You're sense of logic is beyond fucked up I can't even begin to start.
Granted, I have had an awesome time, but you have been the worst thing that has ever happened to me. And I really hope that you read this.
Now I'm going to shut up before I say something I would ACTUALLY regret saying.
When you were knocked up I was there for you literally 24/7.
When you lost your job, I helped you get a job that was offered to ME.
When you were broke as shit, I paid every day and night so we could go out and have fun.
When I ran out of money, I pawned my shit so we could have groceries.
When you broke down crying for people who aren't worth one of your tears, I was supportive.
And so now that your life has actually started to turn around, you do what you want to do, regardless of how uncomfortable I told you I was. You have had no regard for my well-being, and have no respect for me and the things I've done for you, and no respect for yourself. You're damaged goods. You have been in so many shitty relationships and treated like shit you can't even see something worth holding on to even if it literally came up and slapped you on the face. You're sense of logic is beyond fucked up I can't even begin to start.
Granted, I have had an awesome time, but you have been the worst thing that has ever happened to me. And I really hope that you read this.
Now I'm going to shut up before I say something I would ACTUALLY regret saying.