forget about it. i'm giving you til the end of time. but there's a catch: count me out. i'm killing myself. this is killing me. overanalyzing and overthinking; what the fuck did i do wrong? oh well oh well oh well. beating myself up over this. i can't stand the idea of me feeling miserable & you having the time of your life.
fuck you
fuck you
FUCK YOU!
you walked in and walked out today like nothing. like it was no big deal. & left me with nothing but a few words on a wrinkled napkin. none of which i wanted to see. three OTHER simple words would've made me feel better. but instead i don't see those words until after i claim that i'll make sure to leave you alone. i can't fucking do this. all i gotta say, is you're gonna regret this. i know right now i'm at my lowest. can't get any lower than this. but just you wait and see. just like last time. trust me, you'll see. give me time. a whole mess of time. wow i'm gonna need so much time ): but hey! i'll be better than ever. bright as new. just like i always am. right? god, i hope so.
"i think i'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street." why jenny lewis, now doesn't that idea seem swell!
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