Do you like smiling? Do you like laughing? Are you enjoying life? Do you like yourself?
You see, I don't.
Like myself, that is.
I also don't like you.
If you didn't catch my drift.
You see, I'm still getting over that little hole in myself. That little rift.
The one you caused.
Thanks for that.
You see- the thing is, you don't.
It's like you hit pause.
And you don't expect anything to happen while you get up to go to the bathroom or get food or whatever.
But YOU SEE, there isn't a pause button in life. Most people rarely remember that the big picture is made of little things. That you affected me, and sadly, still do.
Yay.
You, again, ruined my day.
I hope for clouds, and you are the sun.
You don't understand that I'm so SICK of your shit. I'm done.
What fun is there to be,
Wh all of our conversation are about how to fix me.
I love you- I really do.
But lately, I hate you too.
And you won't change.
You don't care to think that you might be doing something wrong.
You say you are, but I don't see any results.
Sometimes what I say aren't even insults.
They are the truth. the things I really do see about you.
But fuck it.
Cause what do I know.
Excuse me, your greatness.
Sorry about my lack of happiness.
I didn't realize that I shouldn't be respected like a person.
But I am expected.
Expected to act adult, to not be cursing.
Well...
Fuck you.
