every time i do go somewhere, or do something.
present tense.
i wish for once you would just try to remember.
really remember, look in the fucking mirror.
and figure out what the fucking hell you are doing.
it's nothing that either of us need, it's nothing we want.
i wish you would just realize how fucking easy it would have been to say,
"hey, i know things aren't good right now,
but i'm sorry to hear about your grandma. i know this is killing you."
ripping me apart. right through me. walking into that house, alone..
everyone was in there, with their person by there side.
jesus christ kid.
i wish for fucking once, you could give it to me straight, like you used too.
you had the best fucking mind i've ever met.
you had words. jesus, you had words.
even if it isn't good, fight back with me. have a fucking personality again.
yeah.. a lot. a lot of things pent up.
fuck off.
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