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Across the Spenser
|Swept off my feet.
|Tonight was the night that I've spoken to you for more than an hour in a month, in any way. Over the phone, text, online. It's sad that I had to be so honest with you to barely get any real reaction.|
Usually when I get so damn honest with you...you at least pay it back with another honest reply. But, instead, I get another robotic statement.
I'm sure I'll regret the words I said to you over Twitter. I'm sure you won't, as you're never wrong. But it felt good to hold my ground for the first time in months.
So now I'm doing my best to keep myself busy from doing anything directly connected to you. No matter what. You going on about how you don't want this, and you don't want that...I never wanted those either. I don't understand how you came to such a conclusion on your own.
I'm sure you'll go off and suck off some fuck with a meth addiction, or get felt up by a guy who believes a savior is coming.
Whatever the case may be, it's disappointing to know that after three great years, you end this in a lower way than it began. I don't think I'll never really understand it I guess.
Here's to a new month.
|Tags: Beginning, twitter, girl, meth, end.