You know…

…sometimes I flat out hate you. I do. There’s days where your selfish bullshit is just more then I can take. You’ve spent the past 7 years alternately building me up and tearing me back down again and I’m sick of the yo-yo ride. I want very much to be your friend, but you won’t let me be. I want very much to love you – but you won’t let me.

So I give up.
People have asked me over and over why I let you do this shit to me and I’ve always stood up for you. But you’ve told me to fuck off in a million little ways, tonight’s more intensely then the last. So you know what? Fuck you.

It all has nothing to do with me, right? well this time? it has everything to do with me. I am so sick of your shit. SO sick of you belitteling me, and stabbing me in the back. I am so. fucking. sick. of crying over you.

You tell me to play or do whatever I want and not care for what you think. Tonight? 3 fucking HOURS of research down the drain because you don’t want me anywhere near your precious fucking game. So just take that fucking game and fold it till its all sharp corners. You know where to stick it. I’ve done everything I can. From the guy who was worried about being able to keep up with the big guys? now you’ve become one of them snobbish selfish arrogant assholes. Congratulations. I fucking hope your happy.

And if you want to say something GET THE FUCK OUTA MY HEAD and say it already. I don’t fucking CARE anymore. No holding back. You wanted to push me away. tonight you finally succeeded.

Ironically one of your pet peeves is something that you do yourself. You’re always right and never ever listen to a different point of view. Me? I take everyones point of view into consideration and STILL defend your ass. I’m done. I’m fucking DONE. you hear me? I can’t live like this anyfucking more. YOu don’t give a shit, you most likely never did, and you’re sick of coddling me. So fucking stop it. Get the balls to tell me to fuck off for good already instead of playing your fucking games.

You wanted a message in a song? Here you go:

Fuck you and your untouchable face.
Fuck you for existing in the first place.
Who am I that I should be vying for your touch.
Who am I, I bet you can’t even tell me that much.

So fuck you.