You know that feeling when all of the feelings you had once and everything you once felt for someone just suddenly leave? And all of a sudden you just stop caring? Well that happened today. I think it’s happened before, but not so intensely. Not like it did today. Because I stopped caring and it was more of a “oh.. you’re on fire. I’ll roast marshmallows” kind of thing. Not a “oh you’re on fire ill watch for a minute then help” kind of thing. That metaphor or simile or whatever that was, was stupid. But true.
You talk your shit about your stupid stories about how you think you’re so big and bad. You’re not. You’re dirt. And I’m done caring. I’m done being concerned about your well-being. I’m done being concerned whether you’re even happy. I’m done giving one tiny little shit about you. And I hope I’ve made that perfectly clear to you in the past few days. You don’t need to speak to me. You don’t need to look at me. And certainly don’t talk about me. Because I know you’re good at that. Please get out of my life, and stay there. Don’t come back for anything. I don’t want you here.
So goodbye. And I won’t miss you. You’re gross. And I hate you.
Talk me through this. I need you to be here. But I can’t talk to you. You’re an ass.
I want someone to talk to me. Someone to comfort me. I think watching Grey’s all day has got me too emotional.
I’ll show you that I’m happy. Ecstatic even. My head hurts. I don’t wanna see you tomorrow. I want to be on homebound. Go to night school. Something. I hate you. Really, truly. I hate you. But not really. And you know that. Unfortunately.
I WANT TO GO TO CULINARY SCHOOL. NOW. I’m not happy. Ugh ugh ugh.