i wish you could of thought of a less asshole way to brush me off also. or, ya know, not lead me on for so long just so you could get ass.
i don't know why i take the time to check up on your livejournal seeing as how i pretty much assumed you could care less that we aren't talking anymore.
I hate it when things affect me so much, and the other person just goes on being happy-go-lucky.
it pretty much makes me want to stab myself in the eye. or puke. or both.
i wish i could pretend like i was happy and doing fine now that you're not in my life. but that's not really my style.
fuck you for not caring, dre. and fuck me equally for caring.
i've come down to a 3 sentence blurb in your livejournal. i am disposable. inconsequential. a "whoops" and an "oh well." and i hate you for it. and i hate myself for letting you make me feel this way.
Comments 1
i don't know why i take the time to check up on your livejournal seeing as how i pretty much assumed you could care less that we aren't talking anymore.
I hate it when things affect me so much, and the other person just goes on being happy-go-lucky.
it pretty much makes me want to stab myself in the eye. or puke. or both.
i wish i could pretend like i was happy and doing fine now that you're not in my life. but that's not really my style.
fuck you for not caring, dre. and fuck me equally for caring.
i've come down to a 3 sentence blurb in your livejournal. i am disposable. inconsequential. a "whoops" and an "oh well." and i hate you for it. and i hate myself for letting you make me feel this way.
"c'est la vie"
Reply
Leave a comment