oh, joy

Baby you've got an obsession with depression.

Posted Monday, January 3, 2011 // 0 comments (+)

#332.
This is for a post for dysfunctional relationships. This is a post for one sided love, a post for loving in the wrong places and over thinking situations.

You gigantic piece of shit. That's what we all call you. I don't know if you've noticed, but your 'helping out' doesn't seem to be helping anyone. Actually, in reality, your petty words only seem to drown her in hate, sorrow, tiredness. For fucks sake. What is your fucking motivation for this all? What gives you the need to feel as if saying these things will make you feel better about yourself. You say you love her. I say don't you dare push her into loving you back, because we all know she knows better than that. She knows better than to get mixed up with the likes of you, you motherfucking cunt.

Ahh, enough of that. Next up.
I don't know you but I think you're incredibly stupid for letting him go like that. I'm sure you had your reasons, but at this point they don't matter to me. That is just so uncool. I don't know. Fuck this.

And finally, you. I want to ask her if you're over thinking this, but that would only make everything a million times worse. I want to ask her how she sees you, where she sees the both of you going. I want her not to be over reacting, or under reacting, really. I want the whole situation to revert exactly to where it was, for everything to be happiness and rainbows and unicorns and joy. Wait, OH NO YOU DID NOT JUST DRAG ME IN TO YOUR PREDICAMENT.

I'm so over other people's relationships. Fifteen days, man. Bloody fifteen days. When you get back don't be expecting any time for yourself. Cause I'm gon' eat it all up. Om nom nom. Two weeks one day oh my god waiting is the worst thing ever. Screw this. Uke timeeee.