Wednesday, July 1, 2009

When you didn't keep in touch, well, it taught me to be strong

Fuck you. Fuck you SO much. Fuck you to the fullest extent possible. I will not let you pull this bullshit again. I can not believe what you said to me tonight. Ludicrous! I sorta knew you were gonna say it, but not exactly. In some ways I was glad you told me, but then again you didn't have the balls to tell me sober. Grow some fucking cahones. Fuck you. Oh my god. I'm so furious right now. I'll be fine in a couple of days, but I need time to cool off. Everything you said was just drunken words. They have no meaning to me at all.
There will never be anything more. Ever. Friends, maybe. But you better get your shit straight and man up. Grow some cahones of steel. I'm serious.

Tonight was too much.

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