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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