its because you live an hour away from everyone you knew out here. also, any time i ever try to talk to you about something, you talk down at me and treat me like i'm a teenager, which i'm not. ever since you got pregnant you've treated me like i'm some young kid who doesn't know anything. i compliment you on things, and you cant even take the compliment. and its really fucking frustrating to have lost one of, whom i considered, my best friends because you never venture out of the house other than for work and food. i haven't had a job in over a year, so i cant afford gas most of the time to come and visit. i have jewelry at a friends house in north roswell still because i dont have the gas for it. also, you never invite me over because mike is so weird about people seeing the apartment
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also, i've given you a bunch of my old clothes when you started putting on weight after moving in with mike, that you still have. so dont say i've never given you anything.
I don't think I've ever said you haven't given me anything. And I still have those clothes because you said you might want them back. They're not in the bags and bags and bags and bags and bags and bags of clothes I've given away or tried to get help going through that other people who aren't you who said they'd do something didn't do.
I do care about you but you never call to make plans with me or ask what time is good and I've told you that Mike works until 7 so driving an hour would mean late dinner. Also any time I try to do something nice for you it's usually while you complain about how no on does anything nice for you. I've also given you things. High price item things. Yet it always turns into you asking for something else
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I want all weekends off so people have time to visit. I've been trying to figure it out in my head the way to get to you. 1. Because I your stuff and I want to return it. 2. OMG CHUBBERS.
i just want the sweet casings your bosoms used to rest in.. and see if my bosom rest in them. (i said used to!). that way, we are still part of the bosom brigade from miles apart!
Yeah but I have so many bras that don't fit that asking for my discarded breast husks isn't evil. And I found the other part of your hat so I'm getting closer to not being a giant lame ass who isn't sending you things. I am the worst.
I'm so glad my t-shirts found a good home. I also need to rebuy that shirt and the blue Samurai lady. I love those shirts in theory but it's like a boob corset in a bad way. NO ONE LIKES CRUSHED BOOBS.
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