And so it is... You did it. You did it well! Nice! Slowclap for you...and farewell.
I had the intention of writing so much more... Blaming you for the cruel freak that you are, blaming me for the idiotic fool that I am for believing in you and then blaming you again for all the things that you did...
Aaaaahhhh, whatever. Fuck the things you did. The things you thought of though - that's my favourite part. You not only thought of them but also kept them to yourself.
So what? What would you have me do? What would you have me say to change them? YOU should have known me better, you should have known yourself better...
I thought you did. And probably that's why I extended more and more my agonizing stay in The Waiting Place.
Just...waiting...for you...to start caring about our friendship, about me...
And above all - about you.
Waiting for you to start talking, to act normal, to return back to being adequate. Or were you ever? Wasn't it all in my head? All my idolization of your image wasn't it all make believe?
If not, all that happened, all that you did, said or kept to yourself is so excruciating... devastating... skullbashing... The solemn thought of it is capable of driving me straight on the road to a madhouse.
We choose so many things in our life. Now I know how to do what always seemed the hard, hard, hardest thing to me... I learned how to let go.
I despise all your devious choices, I will never forget how much you hurt me, I will never erase the last picture of you in my mind - leaving me behind... disappointing me...shocking me with your shallow, idiotic, completely illogical actions and all this with that fake smile, those empty words coming from your lips and your blank look.
I don't wish you happiness, I don't hope for the best, I am not pretending I have any belief things could get better, because they won't. I am empty for you.
A moment too late is really late. I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.
When you finally find some time to "get some answers", "figure out some things" and "define who you are" I am really curious if you will like what you see in the mirror in the morning.
I had the intention of writing so much more... Blaming you for the cruel freak that you are, blaming me for the idiotic fool that I am for believing in you and then blaming you again for all the things that you did...
Aaaaahhhh, whatever. Fuck the things you did. The things you thought of though - that's my favourite part. You not only thought of them but also kept them to yourself.
So what? What would you have me do? What would you have me say to change them? YOU should have known me better, you should have known yourself better...
I thought you did. And probably that's why I extended more and more my agonizing stay in The Waiting Place.
Just...waiting...for you...to start caring about our friendship, about me...
And above all - about you.
Waiting for you to start talking, to act normal, to return back to being adequate. Or were you ever? Wasn't it all in my head? All my idolization of your image wasn't it all make believe?
If not, all that happened, all that you did, said or kept to yourself is so excruciating... devastating... skullbashing... The solemn thought of it is capable of driving me straight on the road to a madhouse.
We choose so many things in our life. Now I know how to do what always seemed the hard, hard, hardest thing to me... I learned how to let go.
I despise all your devious choices, I will never forget how much you hurt me, I will never erase the last picture of you in my mind - leaving me behind... disappointing me...shocking me with your shallow, idiotic, completely illogical actions and all this with that fake smile, those empty words coming from your lips and your blank look.
I don't wish you happiness, I don't hope for the best, I am not pretending I have any belief things could get better, because they won't. I am empty for you.
A moment too late is really late. I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.
When you finally find some time to "get some answers", "figure out some things" and "define who you are" I am really curious if you will like what you see in the mirror in the morning.
