This is a letter to you, which I will never deliver and you will probably never read.
I can’t stand you anymore. One day, you’re adorably sweet and tell me all kinds of lovely things. The next, you decide for some reason that everything I do or say just annoys the shit out of you. You flip-flop like a fucking girl and it drives me nuts.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ll freely admit it. But what I don’t understand is why you can’t do the same. YOU’RE NOT PERFECT. Neither am I. Nobody is. Yet you hold everyone to these ridiculously high standards that aren’t even in the realm of possibility. Then, when I don’t live up to your ideal Lauren, suddenly I’m the one who needs to change.
NO. I’m not fucking changing for you. If you liked me 9 months ago, why don’t you like me now? If anything, I’ve changed for the better. I’ve grown up quite a bit, and that’s all you’ve ever seemed to want from me.
If you don’t get over yourself soon, I’m going to end up getting over you. I just can’t deal with all this bullshit. I’ve been putting up with it for 5 months now. We’ve been “together” for 9 months. But you still refuse to admit that we’re even an “us”.
Shit or get off the pot.
That’s one of my favorite expressions. Here’s another:
Go fuck yourself.
Because you’re definitely not going to be fucking me. Not anymore.
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