I’m really bad at letting people know how I feel. Angry, upset, overjoyed, bored. Whatever. It scares me. This and a million other factors have left me here alone with my mind racing. I left quietly through the back door, just like I wanted to. Only now, I wish I hadn’t. I wish I would’ve said everything. How you were the first to thrill me in a really really long time. How crazy you made me feel. How fucked up I’ve become.
But that’s not what I should tell you. I should tell you to just stop. Stop sniffing out good girls and turning them into cold people like you. Stop wrecking the hearts of people that have the ability to care conisistently about someone. It’s getting old and you’re running out of victims. Thanks for teaching me I’m the only one I should trust. Stop fucking with the world.