To the one I escaped:
Stop telling me all these things I want to hear from you, and then turning around and telling everyone else that I'm harassing you.
Stop coming out with me late at night, vying for my attention, and then going home and pretending it never happened.
Stop promising me that things will change, and then forgetting everything you said in the morning.
Stop leading me to believe in things that you will never go through with.
Just grow the fuck up. You're naught but a child. A frightened, lost, confused little child in an adult world. You can't see that the decisions you make are not for your greater good. You cannot see what it is doing to your life. You feel it, but you cannot see it. And it's a bloody shame.
All you want from anyone is attention. It's what you live on. And it's disgusting. Your life is nothing but a web of lies, you are going nowhere, you are pushing everyone who wants to help you further and further away, and you refuse to change. You simply refuse to accept that what you are doing is wrong, and it is not helping you at all.
I'm not going to give you a deadline this time, because I know that you are incapable of performing under such reasonable constraints. What I will do, though, is tell you that I have enough to expose the real you to the world, and that should you not change for yourself, then I will show them. I will show them everything, I will make them know, and you can do naught but one thing to stop me.
Grow the fuck up.
Stop coming out with me late at night, vying for my attention, and then going home and pretending it never happened.
Stop promising me that things will change, and then forgetting everything you said in the morning.
Stop leading me to believe in things that you will never go through with.
Just grow the fuck up. You're naught but a child. A frightened, lost, confused little child in an adult world. You can't see that the decisions you make are not for your greater good. You cannot see what it is doing to your life. You feel it, but you cannot see it. And it's a bloody shame.
All you want from anyone is attention. It's what you live on. And it's disgusting. Your life is nothing but a web of lies, you are going nowhere, you are pushing everyone who wants to help you further and further away, and you refuse to change. You simply refuse to accept that what you are doing is wrong, and it is not helping you at all.
I'm not going to give you a deadline this time, because I know that you are incapable of performing under such reasonable constraints. What I will do, though, is tell you that I have enough to expose the real you to the world, and that should you not change for yourself, then I will show them. I will show them everything, I will make them know, and you can do naught but one thing to stop me.
Grow the fuck up.