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dear_mun2012-07-08 10:53 pm
godsavesarcasm) wrote in dear_mun2012-07-08 10:53 pm
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Sure. Tsun it up, you drunken sod.
What do you want? I'm not fit enough to suffer more of your blasted company right now. Unless you brought something to drink.
What more do you want from me?
I'm tired. My head hurts so much I want it to just fall off. When was the last time I ate... Food is disgusting... I want to die, but of course we both know how well any attempts of that would turn out. It's a futile effort, so while I may gladly want to slit my wrists and bleed to death, it would just be a waste.
What do you want me to say? I told you already what I wanted to say. I love him. Always have. Probably always will. Aren't I the lucky one? 'Love him even if he's tired of me and probably never have trusted me enough to stop being so bloody suspicious of me, the bleeding twat. "Rot alone and fuck 95% of the globe again"... Like that worked the first time. Not that I fucked 95% of the globe. I don't think that's quite possible. Unless you're the Frog. And we both know that's not me. I said goodbye already. Are you deaf? Weren't you there? Didn't you see me blubber all pathetically and say my goodbyes? Wot? You want a reenactment? I don't showcase my acting talents for free, you know? Pull up your bloody chat log and just read it again. I know for a fact you haven't signed out of your messenger yet, you'll end up reading it all again and then you'll start with the tears again, too.
Bugger off. What else is there for me to tell you? It's done. It was probably doomed from the start. We're both far too different, we hardly understand each other and with far too much pain and history between us for it to be sane and healthy. Really. I'm just surprised it didn't come sooner. And we both know I'm better off all by myself and this isn't me trying to be "awesome" or whatever delusions Prussia has to help him sleep at night. It's done and it's probably for the best. We're just not good for each other. We're too good at hurting each other and that doesn't a good relationship make, I think. But then what do I know, eh? It looks like I'm just very good at fucking a good thing up. 'Shouldn't take my word for shite.
He'll be better off without me. He's proven that well enough before...
Pass the beer, luv. I think I'm far too sober again.
...I know I should have fought for him, urged him back, tried to convince him that what we have is worth saving, but how would it work if he doesn't even trust me? No, this is for the best. It has to be.
What more do you want from me?
I'm tired. My head hurts so much I want it to just fall off. When was the last time I ate... Food is disgusting... I want to die, but of course we both know how well any attempts of that would turn out. It's a futile effort, so while I may gladly want to slit my wrists and bleed to death, it would just be a waste.
What do you want me to say? I told you already what I wanted to say. I love him. Always have. Probably always will. Aren't I the lucky one? 'Love him even if he's tired of me and probably never have trusted me enough to stop being so bloody suspicious of me, the bleeding twat. "Rot alone and fuck 95% of the globe again"... Like that worked the first time. Not that I fucked 95% of the globe. I don't think that's quite possible. Unless you're the Frog. And we both know that's not me. I said goodbye already. Are you deaf? Weren't you there? Didn't you see me blubber all pathetically and say my goodbyes? Wot? You want a reenactment? I don't showcase my acting talents for free, you know? Pull up your bloody chat log and just read it again. I know for a fact you haven't signed out of your messenger yet, you'll end up reading it all again and then you'll start with the tears again, too.
Bugger off. What else is there for me to tell you? It's done. It was probably doomed from the start. We're both far too different, we hardly understand each other and with far too much pain and history between us for it to be sane and healthy. Really. I'm just surprised it didn't come sooner. And we both know I'm better off all by myself and this isn't me trying to be "awesome" or whatever delusions Prussia has to help him sleep at night. It's done and it's probably for the best. We're just not good for each other. We're too good at hurting each other and that doesn't a good relationship make, I think. But then what do I know, eh? It looks like I'm just very good at fucking a good thing up. 'Shouldn't take my word for shite.
He'll be better off without me. He's proven that well enough before...
Pass the beer, luv. I think I'm far too sober again.
...I know I should have fought for him, urged him back, tried to convince him that what we have is worth saving, but how would it work if he doesn't even trust me? No, this is for the best. It has to be.