This one goes out to all the people who stopped calling me.
After much heartache I’ve given up on you.
I’ve looked at myself, over and over again, to examine what I’ve done to earn your disregard, but I’m not sure what it is, and it’s your job to tell me. Since you won’t, I’m not going to waste any more time than I already have guessing. I’m over the guessing. And I’m over the groveling.
Simply put, it’s over for me at this point. I’m worn out. And you’re all used up. You’ve used up all the get out of jail free cards with me. I don’t want you anymore. You and your hurt.
I’m going to have to just let you go. So this is goodbye. I put all your drippy, shitty, purple and droopy attempts at being in my life in a little box and I sent that little box far, far away . . .
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