two years ago i wanted nothing more than you
to the point that i didn’t consider your immature life choices.
you know, like the one about not getting a job and expecting everyone else to do every little fucking thing for you. or the fact that you bitch about not getting your financial aid when it’s your fault for not really trying you know set backs happen, but you have WAY more importain things to do!!! (you know, like not showering or cutting your toe nails or WORKING or trying to get ahead in ANY way. i hate that i get 200 dollars a month and am trying to improve my life, and you just seem to be an accessory in the van i live in. Atleast the dog doesn’t smoke half of my tobacco or spend all of her food stamps on EXPENSIVE CRAP and have a balance of 0 by the end of the week.(true, she doesnt GET food stamps, but she lives off of $20 a month, and never whines about stupid shit.
two years ago i was willing to deal with your inexperience in bed
now, im just so sick of having the same fucking sex over and over again. i hate that i need to initiate everything, it’s so bread-and-butter it makes me sick.
I hate that i look around my van, and everything of any value, of any use, is contributed by me, even the van itself!!
if i wasn’t so afraid and your family wasn’t so nice to me i’d drop your ass.
all of my friends think i should dump you too.
you are going to give/do nothing for me on my birthday. just like the last two years.
that will be my excuse.
maybe then i wont have to sleep in a small corner on the bed.