i’m not gonna lie, the way i deal with breakups is something horrible. emotions don’t feel pain. they only register it. it’s not real. it’s all in your head (that’s what you were told anyway).
i don’t feel any regret. it’s been some time now where i’ve thought you weren’t who you said you were. i didn’t speak up for fear of breaking you if you were real. but you just seem to be a china doll now. sorry you got in the way of the raging bull.
hmm. maybe this ended wrongly. maybe it should have had a hint more class. so far down the ladder i didn’t bother to check for it though.
over reacting is a shittastic concept.
goodbye ‘bro’. maybe for now, maybe forever. who knows. i don’t want to know.
xo alibi.
