it was my fucking call

AFTER EVERYTHING. AFTER ALL YOUR SHIT. ALL YOUR FUCKING EXCUSES. I PUT UP WITH ALL THE BULLSHIT AND YOU FUCKED IT.


so it was fine and i got past it i finally felt good again... good again without needing you to tell me too


and then you say that maybe you need me.

SO I DROP EVERYTHING.


to hear you out, and listen to your flattery and guess wot. LIKE YOU FUCKING SAID I'M A DUMB SHIT SO OBVIOUSLY I FUCKING FELL FOR IT YOU MORON HOW COULD YOU IM A FUCKING PERSON TOO.


i listen i care i bend over backwards to try and make you smile, soon it makes me smile when you say i made you smile. soon it's all to clear where im headed. So i seak help because i KNEW you would only hurt me again. and i promised to stay away for a month. i knew you wouldn't wait for me, so this was a good promise to make... there would be no heartache when i got back


AFTER EVERYTHING IT WAS MY FUCKING CALL TO MAKE. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY IM UNTRUSTWORTHY NO FUCKING RIGHT. i dont even know which of your sentences are fact and which are fiction anymore and yet i trusted you fully.


i wanted it, but i knew it wouldn't work BUT THAT WAS MY CALL. whatever you think you are, you have no power of me now... im done letting you control me like a puppet.


im done being the little girl you can laugh at again and again, im done being her, im doing being here, im done.


but are you? are you done?