Why do I always invite you over with a sinking feeling already in my stomach? Why does it feel like I have to persuade your parents through talking to you? You chose last night to go to your neighbours and get pissed in an empty house without even telling me. I thought you weren't meant to go out, or have more than one overnight thing per fortnight, but there you were last night flouting both of those without having the decency to mention it to me. And here I am, trying to hand him anything a teenage boy could possibly want on a fucking plate, and getting rejected wordlessly for the umpteenth time. I don't even know why I'm so fucking ANGRY. My eyes are pricking and I can't think of a solitary, proper reason why. I think, ultimately, it's just because you're not here. You're NEVER where you're supposed to be and I'm sick of it - I just don't know what to do or say about it. Doubtless you'll just lay low and wait until I'm over it, once again avoiding confrontation and discussion in any way. You know what? FUCK YOU. Learn how to fucking treat your girlfriend and come back when you've learnt some decency.
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- April 17, 2009
- Easy-Lucky-Free
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