I told you don't worry about it because I was being nice. I was saving that money to fix the Explorer, get me a place, etc. Instead I saved your ass, but that didn't work either. I told you don't fuck with my money, that's one thing I was raised to be defensive about. But somehow, you've afforded to move several times, get a car, and now go to college a state away. Yeah, I think it's about time you paid back that debt.
I really don't care about being banned from commenting. And I'm not holding my breath for anything.
Only thing I did was tell the fucking truth. If you have one damn good reason as to why you haven't been around for a single fucking soul, then let me hear it. You used me. I was your secret keeper, your little dream box. I gave you the emotional attachment you needed when you couldn't have that with Aften. For what? For a few good dreams about moving together? About both of us being happy? Well, I've found out now that I don't need you nor want you to be happy. You stand in the fucking rain and cry out "It's wet". No shit. The difference between me and you is I got my ass out of the rain and decided it was high time for me to be happy. If telling you the truth means we're not friends, then fine.
I'm honestly sorry it came to this, but I've never be able to just let shit fade. Always had to say something. So if you would have rather I never speak to you again instead of speaking up, I'm sorry. I'll still keep your secrets, but there's no more emotional attachment to you.
I really don't care about being banned from commenting. And I'm not holding my breath for anything.
Only thing I did was tell the fucking truth. If you have one damn good reason as to why you haven't been around for a single fucking soul, then let me hear it. You used me. I was your secret keeper, your little dream box. I gave you the emotional attachment you needed when you couldn't have that with Aften. For what? For a few good dreams about moving together? About both of us being happy? Well, I've found out now that I don't need you nor want you to be happy. You stand in the fucking rain and cry out "It's wet". No shit. The difference between me and you is I got my ass out of the rain and decided it was high time for me to be happy. If telling you the truth means we're not friends, then fine.
I'm honestly sorry it came to this, but I've never be able to just let shit fade. Always had to say something. So if you would have rather I never speak to you again instead of speaking up, I'm sorry. I'll still keep your secrets, but there's no more emotional attachment to you.
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