maybe the fact you’re realizing i’m evil helps. it probably does. the conversation of negativity towards me after drinks amongst friends must really help you sleep at night. i’m sure the gentleman will take you dancing (fucking bruno mars), buy you flowers, yada yada ya etc. i bet you’re happy about this. again, i’m left with everything. I AM left with the past. thank you. test my spirit and test my soul. i wanted happiness for you i promise. i didn’t know it’d be of my sacrifice. i’m losing. i still am. it’s killing me. to say you were right then fine. another apology? fine then fuck it. you win you win you win. i surrender to the fact that this is pointless to you and maybe humorous. you’ll show your company. they will laugh. i’ll be alienated. it seems like you’re in the bigger world while all i wanted to do was create my own. well that apparently is going to take a fucking minute. i didn’t want the stabs. i don’t need them. yet here i am, five years ago once again. thanks. fucking thanks.