even though i miss you,
i'm not allowed to express myself,
otherwse it feels like i'd let myself down.
nothing seems to faze you the slightest bit.
even if it means me "threatening you".
you don't give a flying fuck.
and yes. you don't care anymore.
imma quit harping on my 21st after this last rant.
i'm still pretty bummed bout it.
imagine waiting up all night,
just to hear you gimme excuses?
ok, i'm the stupid one here.
i wanted to wait.
nothing's on you.
happy now?
the least you could have done was buy a useless bouquet of flowers,
the least you could do was "DROP-IN" and say hi.
but no!
you decided ur excuses was good enough.
i've had enough of excuses,
but it seems like i keep coming back to you.
shitfug.
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