One.
No matter how far I run, it's still on my back. The monster you and I formed, despite all my efforts to stay away... it appeared, it existed, and now you left me to deal with it.
Two.
Now it's growing bigger, stronger. I can run all I like, but it chases me just as fast. I've confronted it. I've changed it. Something bearable for me, but it'll be so much uglier for you.
Three.
Now it's my friend, but it's such a hideous friendship. We'll stab each other in the back before long, but I have better plans for it. Maybe you can see my strength, and I can oh-so-subtly pass it on.
Four.
You see me, I see you. You're just as shocked as I am because of what I've become. Finally, I rip my little friend from my back and pass it on to you.
Five.
Snap.
There, you got back your goddamned mess. I'm out of here.
No matter how far I run, it's still on my back. The monster you and I formed, despite all my efforts to stay away... it appeared, it existed, and now you left me to deal with it.
Two.
Now it's growing bigger, stronger. I can run all I like, but it chases me just as fast. I've confronted it. I've changed it. Something bearable for me, but it'll be so much uglier for you.
Three.
Now it's my friend, but it's such a hideous friendship. We'll stab each other in the back before long, but I have better plans for it. Maybe you can see my strength, and I can oh-so-subtly pass it on.
Four.
You see me, I see you. You're just as shocked as I am because of what I've become. Finally, I rip my little friend from my back and pass it on to you.
Five.
Snap.
There, you got back your goddamned mess. I'm out of here.
- Mood:
weird
Not looking forward to Friday.
Well, I am. There's something terribly amusing about seeing your ex's eyes pop out due to your new do, and then him being shot down twice in one night. He deserves it. He's a hypocrite, a liar, and a fraud and I despise him to every inch of my soul, but I simply just don't want to see him.
But then again, I can probably find some inspiration there... and I'll write a story about my hatred and pray to GOD it works. So I can live my life without having my blood boil every five seconds.
One of these days, I'm gonna run out of blood. But I'm not looking forward to the same sap I get every single time I talk to him
"All my best times were with you. I'll do anything to get your trust. You can insult me all you want. I can't look at him in the eye anymore..."
Nothing to see here, people. Move on.
"Did he fucking leave it! He just fucked me over! Well, that's different. You didn't stab me in the back."
SOMEONE call the fucking wambulance, this kid's dying of bitchery and whinefests.
"I don't expect you to come back to me, I don't expect you to be friends with me, I don't expect you to drop this whole thing..."
Liar, at 12 o clock. Fire when ready. BAM! Goddamn it, I missed the target. One more time, men!
"I really care about you, and I thought you wanted to talk to me..."
Rather talk with a brick wall. Or a tadpole. Tadpoles have your brain capacity, true, but at least they're cute.
"I never abused you..."
Just STOP! Oh my God, you SUCK! Either throw yourself out a window, or grow up. STOP! No, stop talking! Oh JEEZ! I fucking quit.
Well, I am. There's something terribly amusing about seeing your ex's eyes pop out due to your new do, and then him being shot down twice in one night. He deserves it. He's a hypocrite, a liar, and a fraud and I despise him to every inch of my soul, but I simply just don't want to see him.
But then again, I can probably find some inspiration there... and I'll write a story about my hatred and pray to GOD it works. So I can live my life without having my blood boil every five seconds.
One of these days, I'm gonna run out of blood. But I'm not looking forward to the same sap I get every single time I talk to him
"All my best times were with you. I'll do anything to get your trust. You can insult me all you want. I can't look at him in the eye anymore..."
Nothing to see here, people. Move on.
"Did he fucking leave it! He just fucked me over! Well, that's different. You didn't stab me in the back."
SOMEONE call the fucking wambulance, this kid's dying of bitchery and whinefests.
"I don't expect you to come back to me, I don't expect you to be friends with me, I don't expect you to drop this whole thing..."
Liar, at 12 o clock. Fire when ready. BAM! Goddamn it, I missed the target. One more time, men!
"I really care about you, and I thought you wanted to talk to me..."
Rather talk with a brick wall. Or a tadpole. Tadpoles have your brain capacity, true, but at least they're cute.
"I never abused you..."
Just STOP! Oh my God, you SUCK! Either throw yourself out a window, or grow up. STOP! No, stop talking! Oh JEEZ! I fucking quit.
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aggravated
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