I know you still read this, because I know you, and it really bothers me.
and yeah, I’m gonna be a real passive aggressive asshole about it, and leave this here; thats how much it fucking bothers me.
so next time you come here to hear what I have to say (most unfairly, most cruelly, considering the decision you made to push me squarely out of your life) you can read this and know exactly how i feel and I what I think about you. enjoy.
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"I want to go staggering & flailing my way through the bars and back rooms, through the gleaming hotels & weedy lots of abandoned sunflowers & the parks where dogs are let off their leashes in spite of the signs, where they sniff each other & roll together in the grass, I want to lie down somewhere & suffer for love until it nearly kills me, & then I want to get up again & put on that little black dress & wait for you, yes you, to come over here & get down on your knees & tell me just how fucking good I look."
