Oct 09, 2011 02:32
1) Fuck flakes.
2) And, I almost wish you'd just disappear completely from my life, stop talking to me, stop popping up, just so I could stop being reminded that you exist. Maybe I could forget to miss you. I wish I had never started giving a shit about you. Maybe I would have some semblance of peace. You've made me happy, but you've made me more miserable than anything else too.
You are so full of shit. You're fake, and manipulative, and I can't see how I fell for it for so long. You are around when it is convenient for you to be. Yeah, I'm calling you unreliable. Don't tell me you're not going anywhere, of course you are. You're more ghost than friend.
Now something has kept me here for way too long. you can't leave me if I'm already gone.
blurb,
life,
dear you