fuck you. i fucking hate you. you deserve to die. or shot repeatedly until you are unrecognizable. what is this shit? why do you think you can fucking ignore me for days on end and then come by just to say goodbye all over again? like im not going to be bitter. please. i deserve to be fucking bitter. i am the essence of bitter. im bitter's daddy. you arent worth it. im not even sure why i try. night after night i try to cope with the fact that you arent there. we arent even friends. even when you are, should you choose to speak its short, its tired, its pained. well fuck off. i dont need this shit right now. i didnt need it ever. i wont need it tomorrow. and what to do? fuck if i know. cant live like this. this unbearable association that simultaneously makes me worthwhile while draining me of all my good vibrations. this isnt healthy. its not, it hurts. and its all your fucking fault. fuck you. none of this is me, none of it. its all on you baby. just because you dont give a shit doesnt mean i dont. it doesnt mean i wont tomorrow but that same interest hurts me like it doesnt hurt you. ive tried, ive been there, ive listened. youve left and been conspicuously absent. what does all this culminate to? im bitter, filled with hate, and violent. this is not good for me. you just dont care. and i wont do anything about it because im too weak, too used to it already. nothing worthwhile here is plausible so what do i do? just stay. just wait. sit here doing the same fucking thing ive been doing for years. im so damn tired of this disgusting situation. its on your shoulders now dear. you deal with it. ill sit here and suffer until youre done. keep on calling me names. fuck off.