I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry for you because you are loved. You get so much. You’re family surrounds you in their love. They buy you almost anything you want. You’re dad works his ass off all night just to support you.
No, Actually I feel sorry for the people who bury you in love. You don’t apprieciate anything. You don’t care. You hate your dad, who buy the way has only tried to make you happy, you treat your mom like shit when she does so much for you. You talk trash behind all of you friends backs, You’re 16 and already all used up. You’re an attention whore. You lie, and pretend to be depressed and say you’re gonna kill yourself for attention. I guess it’s because you don’t get enough at home, with your parents working full time to give you everything in the fucking world. And the funny thing is. I actually Did love you. It makes me sick to say. I still care for you some how, but I’m over you for the most part. You fucked me over so many times, and I guess I did too.
But i’ve met someone. She’s amazing. I love spending time with her. Her aura is just so full of life. She gives me butterflies and cuddles with me. And she doesn’t sell herself short. She’s a virgin and plans on keeping it that way. I care for her. Even though we haven’t known eachother very long. She makes me happy. Happier then I’ve been in so long.
I just wanted you to know that I don’t hate you. And what I did the last time you came to my house was wrong and immature. I know I should have faced you. But I knew it would just be harder. I’m sorry. I know you don’t give a fuck. I’m just expressing myself.
I’m done with you.
