A Slightly Secret Response

And just so you know?

I wouldn't call you. go crying back to you. wanna know why? cause you'd laugh sardonically and say "welcome to the real world. wlecome to my life. take a back seat."

And then you'd leave. always leave.

yay, you love. yay, you care. big whoopdefuckin'do. do i ever consider your feelings, you ask?

how about this: do you ever consider mine?

You bitch that i don't call and don't make an extra effort. you don't either. You say i don't take an active part in your life:you don't either. I don't miss you anymore. i love other people now. so do fucking you.

You don't hear me bitching about it on a constant basis, do you? nope. not anymore.

cause you're sick of it? that's hilarious. i've been sick of it FOR YEARS.

Welcome to the real world. Welcome to my world. Take a back fucking seat.

You snivelling whiney little brat thing.

See, that's our problem. You and i are exactly the same things. I too am snivelly. whiney. and quite bratty. I complain a lot. bitch a lot. and am needier than all sorts of fucking hell.

I lie. I use people sometimes. I'm like two shades sly of a slut.

But look at us. This is what we are. And i'll continue to try and forge my happiness here or there. where ever. and you can continue yours in your rosecityrain.

And that's the adult thing to do. the mature thing. Roll off your back like water. build a bridge.

get overit.