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Don't you miss me when I'm gone
Cause you're the ******** reason that I'm not around
Don't you miss me when I'm, miss me when I'm gone
Cause you're the ******** reason that I'm not around
******** reason that I'm not around
b***h you're the ******** reason that I'm not around

I'm pissed, and hurt, bc ofc Chloe lied to me, bc of course she's going to? I don't give a ******** s**t

Waking up fine -> Seeing she lied (I wasn't even looking, I just saw her ******** tits on her screen) -> knowing I literally don't mean s**t -> pissed af

I guess I wanted a quick way to emotionally detach, and I sure as ******** got one, that's for goddamned sure.

I went from being a bit emotional, a bit sad, thinking I had feelings for her, and just being a wounded dog to "Oh, ******** you, don't you ******** cry at my funeral, c**t." 0 emotions. 0 empathy.

Slowly going to see if I can detach completely and drift away, which will be hard bc we live and work together, but you'd be surprised at how good I am at making myself scarce.

16 months until my 30th birthday.

I hope you ******** cunts dance and party so goddamned hard when you find my remains. I hope it's the best celebration you sons of bitches have ever thrown, because I sure as s**t will be.