I spoke to you today, which is something I never wanted to do again. Okay, thats a lie. But I knew it wasn't a good idea. And just so you know, I don't give a shit about your band, your new love, or the hydroponic you grew in your closet. I don't want you anymore. I don't know you anymore. But I can't say that I don't miss you anymore. Is that what you wanted? Tears? Pain? I never thought it would turn into this. I would have never begun if I would have known this is what and who you've become. I can't believe that I credited you with teaching me how to love. You taught me to loathe. I want to shake you, maybe if I did it hard enough you would remember. Because I can never forget. I got the short fucking end of that stick
Reason for writing:
Just venting
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