Those days when you wake up and no amount of coffee can seem to keep you from hating everyone in existence.
And why would you come to me for help? Was the bullshit you pulled not already enough?
Is your “i just wanted to see if I could” mentality compelling you to see if I’m so much of a sucker that you can continue to spend the next year adding salt to the wound?
Exploring what you can still get me to do while you sit at home and complain to your roommates and your friends and your mother about me the way you have for the last year of our lives? Because maybe it won’t get back to me now that I’m 300 miles away?
Evidently you weren’t a real friend. Evidently you weren’t a real boyfriend.
But evidently I’m a real sucker.
How can I really blame you for taking advantage of that.
And you really expect me to believe anything youve ever said to me now??