I wish you goodluck. You’re getting the silent treatment from now on. It’s going to be there for a long, long time. And it’s not going anywhere. Assuming I did soften up, which by the way, I hope wouldn’t happen, let’s continue pretending I don’t care. Let’s continue pretending you don’t exist and I can’t hear you or see you or have anything to do with you. I know I’m selfish for acting this way. But you have to be, in some cases. And I know it’s inappropriate to say this but let this be my last demand; don’t make me feel guilty. I’m doing this because I’m tired. I’m tired of losing a game you’re winning. I’m tired of losing a game I don’t know I was even playing. Now, you crossed the line. So game on, sucker.
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