What the fuck.
You say you miss me, but you do nothing about it. You say that you’re busy, instead of just saying you don’t want to talk to me. From this day foreword I’ll be waiting. I guess we will see if you do constantly think about me.
I just want to punch a brick wall to see how much it would hurt. It probably won’t hurt as much as what you’re doing. But it would be a nice change of pace to be in control of my pain again.
Yay. I love feeling like complete and utter shit. Yet you probably won’t see this or you won’t do anything about it. Yay me.