Friday, August 11, 2006

Let The Sweat Drop.

Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU.

That isn't me anymore, so stop fucking acting like it is. You said yourself that we both have our own lives to live, so stop treating me like my life is still you.

Because it fucking isn't.

It isn't my job to pick up the pieces anymore. You claim to know this, yet you still come to me. THIS ISN'T MY JOB.

So please just leave me the hell out of this. Tehse are YOUR problems, now. Not OUR problems, and definitely not MY problems. So lay off.

You try to guilt me all the time. I used to think you weren't aware of it. But now I know that you're PERFECTLY aware of it, and just don't see anything wrong with it.

Just leave me the hell alone. You're not going to interrupt the rest of my life like this.

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