December 2011
240 posts
They care enough to ask if you are okay. But not...
There. You got what you wanted.
You got me. Good fucking job. You never left me alone. You were a constant tug in my mind for as long as I’ve known you. And now. I just want you to be done with me. What we had was not love. It was yearning to be with someone who understood. And guess what. You didn’t understand me. And your too fucked up to comprehend a single thought that goes through your own mind. Fuck off. Leave...