O' God, The Aftermath.

It's always nice when people show their true colors.

I don't need your fucking reminders and forget-me-nots, or your backhanded compliments. I don't need you telling me everythign I already know, everything that's already pounded into my head day after day after day.

What I need is a little fucking support from the people who I thought cared about me.

P.S if you're reading this, it isn't about you.

You hold yourself up so high and fucking mighty over every one else, thinking you have all the fucking answers that everyone else doesn't, thinking you're the coolest, suavest motherfucker in
town, when all it does is make you look fucking foolish.

I thought I was different, in relation to you. But apparently you think of me in the same way you think of everyone else: an inferior, someone who you can trod on and ignore the requests of any time you goddamn please. I'm not going to stand for that shit. You can joke and poke fun and do all your normal little -isms all you want. But it's fuckign bullshit, and you lead an empty life for it.

Fuck you.