#goodbyre

i gttgg myy dadd is k iLLing me

Let's talk about how fed up I am with your bullshit. Pretending to be your sister and texting me about how "fucking sick" I am because you're hurt? That's real mature. Then the next day fucking tell me how everything is bad because of "my lack of teamwork", blaming my mom for our problems, how I've let our happiness go and I can't work with you...you're just really something. First off, my mom gets pissed when you act like an asshole, which is 95% of the time, and it doesn't mean she's fucking up our relationship. She offers me advice, especially when she gets tired of seeing her daughter upset over some loser. And why the fuck is everything always about how "hurt" you are? You weren't the one who was up last night choking on tears unable to stop. I can't even count how many countless times you've made me cry. Oh and let's not forget two weeks ago me crying and you telling me to stop because I'm disgusting and pathetic. Can't ever fucking hold me when I cry you always get pissed off. Oh ok wait and I never work with you? I barely talk to you anymore because no matter what I do it's never good enough. I always list stuff that I do for you and you'll either respond with "ok yeah you're right I didn't realize that" or come up with some bullshit excuse as to why something doesn't count. I always fucking do so much for you. Maybe I don't drive up to your house like you want me to but I've been so busy it's ridiculous. Wtf do you do? Oh yeah come over and see me, which only happens cuz you're in the neighborhood anyway, and you pay for dinner. The little bit of good you do doesn't weigh out the bad. Let's see what names have I been called? Pussy, nigger, piece of shit, bitch... and why was I called these names? Well, when called a nigger you said if I didn't act like one you wouldn't call me one. And anything you call me you say I deserve to be called because I call you an asshole. FUCK YOU. Go ahead call me another name. I'm done with you. You can leave me as many tear-filled voicemails as you like saying how much you're sorry and that you love me. I'm done with your fake-ass apologies. You've done enough damage. I need to just keep reminding myself that you're not worth it, and even though it might take an awfully long time to get over you, I will do it. I can't keep taking you back when I know each time that you're not gonna change. You know I'll always take you back, but you're wrong this time. I could go on and on about you, but you're not worth my breath or my time anymore. Goodbye and good riddance.