The Reason You Really Piss Me Off.

Because you're fucking dumb as fucking dicks. Your "dream man" fucked you over and now you're fucking crying and shit like a the dumb fucking female you are. Then you go on to say "Oh I can do better", "I don't need someone like" and you post shitty ass lyrics to say you're better. Then other days you're saying "What when wrong", "We can work things out" and once again posting shit lyrics. I've never felt so much need to fucking clown on you. If I saw you in public i'd fucking laugh at your fucking face and call you a loser cause thats how I fucking feel about you and here is where it gets crazy. I fucking liked you. A lot. Possibly to the point in which I felt the need to text you everyday. I liked you so fucking much I began gaining weight and stepped out of depression for when I lost 30 pounds. You were "her". The fucking dream girl that I wanted at some point in my life. I wanted to see you, get to know you, take you out on cheesy ass fucking dates, play videogames, eat pizza and watch spongebob etc etc etc. I would tell my friends about you and they would even think you were imaginary at some point because they never heard of you but I understand them now. I didn't want to fuck you. I didn't care for that shit. I didn't care if you were mad, sad, spewing hate the world for what you were going through, I just wanted one single date. To assure myself. To know that I had you as a friend that I can actually talk to whenever I'm down in the gutter or when I'm filled with happiness and yet you always flaked. All the time. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. But it's okay, it was meant to be and yeah, I can wish that one day you met your "him" and he cheers you up and all the bullshit only to leave you for some girl but no, I simply hope you find yourself and truly be happy with what you have, just like the way you made me find myself, and made me happy.