because nobodies can't feel.

We're through, you and I. Because you never could trust me. You never have. You can't convince me that you have. So this is goodbye. Maybe we'll be friends, though I doubt it'll work until you grow the fuck up. It's really sad that people have to yell in your face to tell you you're childish, that you seem to admit to it, yet never change.

I defended you. There was a time when I probably loved you. I don't know when it faded. But I don't love you anymore, because I'm sick and tired of your shit. I'm sick and tired of you thinking you can manipulate me. You didn't make me like anything- I would have liked that stuff regardless of who introduced me to it. Don't think you're so special.

You need to realise one thing.

People leave you in the dust because you treat them like objects. You treat them like they're yours to do with as you please. You don't talk to people you find annoying, and instead of just TELLING people, you beat around the bush and make it worse. IF YOU WOULD JUST TALK IT WOULDN'T BE SO HARD. Stop being so scared, because life's not worth living if you're not willing to take a risk.

Get off your ass and stop complaining about things. Stop lying. Stop treating people like they don't matter.

And I know you.

You'll say you knew this would happen, you'll beg for pity from everyone. You'll make a sobby post about how your life is over and maybe even dig some flesh out of those wrists. You'll do anything for attention. When the attention shifts, you do something like this because heaven forbid the spotlight get off of you.

You're no better than the people that annoy you.

You're a legend in this room, only in this room.
Oh goodness me, oh goodness, my mind has slipped
And wiped you away from it.
Same shit, different day, same shit.