The dilemma I faced tonight is honestly something I never thought I would have to deal with. Of course I'm gonna worry about you pushing drugs, of all things, holy hell I thought it was a joke for sakes. I can't believe you weren't joking, and you think that I am crying out of thin air? Cut me some fucking slack, I'm sorry I actually fucking care, maybe I shouldn't. I honestly felt like this was a test, to pry these emotions out of me, but you made it worse. Got mad at me and called me a liar for telling you I just want you to be happy but of course I'm gonna worry, so you know what, damn straight I told you I don't want you to do it, and if you do I want no part of you. Damn fucking straight you fucking idiot.
You wanna do it to make me happy, to make this year the best year ever? You think money is gonna make me happy? It hasn't for my entire fucking life, and let me tell you I come from a lot of fucking money, more than I'll ever need. And it's never made my depressed ass happy. You think I'd value money over the life and safety of a loved one? Why do I even give you the title of a loved one in that case? I don't need your money for happiness, I don't need it to even get by, my parents have provided for me and then some and they continue to do so, I have a job I can provide for myself. I never got in it with you for the money so check yourself before you use that as some bullshit ass excuse.
And then you tell me to fucking read the love note you gave me before bed. When you were the one that said only a couple weeks ago how you shouldn't have written half the things in that, that you don't feel that way anymore. You're lucky I didn't act on how I was feeling and burned that shit to a pile of ashes. You're lucky I remembered where I put it after checking two spots before I found it.
And then you have the nerve to tell me I'm adorable for crying, that no one has ever cared that much it's cute. Yeah I fucking wonder why you stupid piece of shit. Fuck you.
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