You can relax.
So, this is what all the fuss was about today.
I’m not going to “fuck your world up.” I could. At a moment’s notice. And You’d deserve every second of it. But I won’t. I was drunk and angry.
Now, I’m sober and angry.
You did the dirty to me real good, worse than anything anyone’s ever done to me before. Congrats. But even after all the bs, I still loved you. I still respected you as a human being, and saw you as a good person, the best person I’ve ever known, much like everyone else always does.
Knowing what I know now, I don’t think I’ve ever been so surprised in my entire life. You’re no angel. You’re the God damned devil.
Then I started thinking. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. It won’t be the last. And because of that, you will always wind up alone.
You’re too lazy to stick through things when things get difficult. You look for the easiest way out, every single time. You blame others for your own shortcomings. Which is why you’ve been failing at all aspects of your life. It’s a monumental character flaw. And it will keep you from going anywhere in life. This is no different.
To think, you rode my back for months, not trusting me, with no provocation. Knowing what I know now, it’s kind of like the pot calling the kettle a cheating whore. And that cheating whore will never be happy.
Find peace.
“I’m sorry. I love you.”
Oh really?
Just had a half hour conversation with my old friend, Johnny Rod. Real interesting. Learned a lot of things I didn’t know before. A whole lot of stuff just started making sense to me. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t FUCK YOUR WORLD UP.
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Mother’s Day was created to honor mothers who had passed away. The woman who created Mother’s Day regretted what it had become.
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