congratulations! i hate you.

did you ever wonder if you turned youre back on someone you just yelled at,
they would like, do something to you behind youre back, like,
i dont know, say flicking you off for example.
because, say for example, that's what i do to you when you piss me off.
say for example, i do that to you every day.
i hate how you talk so fucking loud while i'm trying to do better things.
you laugh after EVERYTHING you say, and it's starting to piss me off, even more.
yeah, i know, i complain a lot! but if you weren't such a gay mother fucking asshole,
maybe i wouldn't hafta complain so god damn much.
i know you love me, but thanks.
right now, i can't even SAY i love you anymore.
and whenever i do, it's fake.
what happened to when we used to get along EVERYDAY?
go places, shop, eat food, watch movies, and cuddle.
i miss those days, but nowa days, we can't even say anything to eachother without
being at eachother's throats every 9 seconds.
don't you miss it?
i bet you do.
i miss all the old times, where we used to talk about everything with eachother.
then, you got divorced.
and everything reversed, turned opposite from what it was before.
i know you say you hate him.
but you really don't.
i know you say you love me.
but you really don't.
even though he wasn't really there, we were still a family.
didn't i already complain about this 23 gazillion times?
oh well. i complain too much, remember?
I LOVE YOU.
and, sadly, you're slipping away too.