• What I really meant

    by  • June 24, 2011 • Letting Go • 0 Comments

    When you said you had a great night and I said “neat”, I really meant I don’t give a flying fuck. I know you had a great night because you spent it with your girlfriend, whom who are apparently in love with. Which I know is bullshit. Coming from someone who told me he was afraid of love, who said he was incapable of it. Really? You’re a dick.

    You are 23 and you don’t even have a freaking job. You still live with your parents. Granted, they have health problems so it is nice for you to be around for them, but they didn’t always have health problems. You said like 3 times you were going to move. Bullshit bullshit bullshit.

    I’m bitter. Because I should have been the girl you spent the evening with. I bent over fucking backwards for you. And what did I get in return? Nothing. Absofuckinglutely nothing. You pushed me away. Ignored me. And I still hung around. What the fuck was I thinking? I obviously had issues if I let some asshole dick walk all over me. Never again.

    Well sir, I don’t care anymore. I am no longer going to feel bad for you or your life. I will not have sympathy for you. I will not drive to come see you. no no no no.

    I will be nice to you, I will talk to you. I will put a smile on my face. I will ask how you are. I will say hi if I see you, but that is all. You will never again get any part of my heart. You will never again be a priority. Thank you for showing me that I deserve so much better than you can give.

    I’m over it.

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