I can’t tell why you think I should hear or listen to anyone ever again

But also, I can’t hear anyone,

And I haven’t in months.

Months.

Don’t bother trying to trick me anymore.

I have no money

So you don’t love me

And you’re a fucking coward.

And you’d both rather I be all alone than happy

While I step out.

Don’t tell her she’s on vacation.

It would ruin it.

I haven’t worn these jeans because they just fucking remind me of you.

There is no someday.

There is no forever.

And I don’t care to continue this charade you people call life anymore.

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