dont talk,
dont text,
dont wait for me,
all of a sudden.
but what gets me more then all of this recent shit,
you called me fat,
on a number of occasions.
me?
then you shoot me down whenever im happy,
im dumb, or immature, or weird, or embarrassing.
youre a downer.
such a downer.
no one could ever be happy or in a good mood around you
unless you are.
and also,
if you dont do something for me,
its fine.
if i dont do something for you,
its the end of the world.
you'll get mad,
and i cant.
it makes absolutely no sense to me.
how about you?
ehhhgrrr...
