Who are you to ignore me? Who are you to be angry? You put me down every day. You hassle me and provoke me. You make me love you and toss me away. And then you get angry? Why? Because I'm finally over you? Because I pointed out that my world doesn't revolve around you? Because I pulled you up on your flaws? Because I pointed out that you're a pampered little bitch who thinks the world revolves around them, and that everyone else is just there to do all the work. Was it the truth? Is that why you're angry? Did I see who you really are? Who you try not to be? Who you've been shaped into?
I should apologise. Fuck the truth. Is the truth worth more than you. But I can't. I've never been able to lie well to you. You see through me. So I risk you. For the truth. Maybe you'll get over yourself and let your ego take a beating for once. I doubt it. You can never stand to lose an argument. That's your fucking problem. You always have to win.
You know, for that brief time before I met you I was happy. I had for the first time in years found a place where I wasn't constantly bullied and put down. But you fucked that up. And now you ignore me. The thing is you'll probably give it a few days, and pretend it never happens. I can't do that. I quit. I quit you. You keep pushing and pushing and i give up. You win. You can have your not talking to me. But this time dont come running back. Don't pretend it never happened. Maybe one day you'll find a way to win without losing anyone. Though I suppose I'm not much of a loss to you.
P.S I don't mean it.
P.P.S Well I dont want to....
P.P.P.S I don't know, I just don't know
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