At one point, I remember saying i'd give my life for you. I know you wouldn't care if I died right now and surely not our "chosen family", but thats not what I decided to write this for. I'm writing this because I need to say it.
I changed.
I know i'm not who i used to be, and far from it.
Maybe I changed for the worse, or maybe for the better, and i don't really know which right now, but I'm not sorry.
You never gave a fuck about me.
I was just there, just like i always am.
I knew when you were throwing me away the moment you started.
Less laughs, more arguments.
More distance, less talking.
And I let you.
I didn't fight it, I didn't argue, and I didn't beg you.
I don't fucking beg people to stay anymore.
Thats another "change".
You want to leave me? fine. Fuck you.
You want to treat me like shit? Fine. Again, fuck you.
I'm not the guy who had you crying of laughter.
I'm not the guy who's shoulder you once cried on.
I'm not the guy who you cared about.
I might be a fucking stranger now, monster, dick, or whatever word slips off the tip of your tongue when my name is brought up,
But it's just who i am.
So hate me all you want.
Forget my name, our memories, and just about everything else that reminds you i still exist,
But don't judge me.
You don't get to do that.
You don't get to make up lies, say things to hurt me, or be mad at me for that.
This is really pointless now that I think of it.
You've already forgotten me anyways.
