You don't know me
Posted Apr 20, 2012 by anonymous | 349 views | 1 comments
You don't fucking know me. LIke at all. It's to the point where the small things are like giant ringing bells that tell me you don't give a shit. Because if you did you would fucking remember something about me. Why the hell do you offer me chewing gum or taffy at least three times a week? I cannot eat it, you know this and it's been like this since we were 15. Normally it wouldn't bother me. But after every other fucking thing you do to me you could at least have the fucking decency to remember I can't chew fucking gum. You remembering that should be the least of my worries but now I'm clinging to the barest threads of what we used to be and it's the little things that are keeping us afloat.
Commented Apr 21, 2012 by anonymous
Clear up what do you want to tell the world...seems like confused.