Do not complain about being broke when you do it to yourself. You have money. You just blow it on things.
I have a budget that I follow. It allows me to maybe have a meal out here and there. Sometimes it doesn’t and I still do and then I struggle. That’s my fault.
Unexpected bills. Also my fault to some degree.
But I make do. I struggle along.
Bit do not fucking whine to me or anyone else if you have had a vacation this year. Let alone 3-4.
Beach. Morocco. And then this was going to be one.
Bitch you’ve spent your money. Quit boohoo’ing and suck it up. Guess what you can afford that apartment. Just not by being a dumbass.
I make less than you. And my bills are equal if not greater than yours. Guess what. I’m alive and still working my ass off.
I want you to want to spend time with me.
I can’t ask for your time anymore. Every time I do someone has already claimed it.
And you don’t ever ask of mine.
If you truly don’t want to see me. Sit with me. Watch tv or eat together.
Just say so.
If you don’t I have nothing left but to assume you don’t want me anymore…
Sorry I failed.
I saw red.
And then it just allowed me through.
Saw the image. Thanked god it wasn’t who I thought it was.
Because had it have been.
It would have been game on.
Scorned so hard by something.
I would have lit starbucks on fire.
We seemingly need to speak on this though.
I’m sorry I stooped to your level.
But in the moment it made sense.
It would have explained so much.
Ability to do anything about it?
I want to find what we have had in someone else.
You were perfect.
It worked so well.
With the end in sight.
Such a strange way.
It doesn’t bother me approaching it.
Save for that you are distancing, and breaking my heart.
But the idea that we have a month doesn’t phase me at all.
I just didn’t want much of anything to change.
Just see you the night before you left hold you. Kiss you. Nuzzle.
And then know that you’re gone from me the next day.
Should you want to call or text me bye.
That could be nice.
But not needed.