We’re done playing cat and mouse.
It’s so great knowing you never know when I joke or not. So you take it too far. And you’re still not talking to me, well really, I honestly dgaf. Because I’m apparently too hard to read. We had a great fucking night, and you think our relationship is a cycle. Maybe you should just break up with me, and stop wasting your time on me, because I’m obviously just playing a game apparently to you. I must not care about you. And maybe when I found that ripped up crane in the bathroom, that I made you last summer was just a foreshadow of our relationship. Because you obviously didn’t care about the missing bear. I MUST HAVE OBVIOUSLY MISPLACED IT WHILE CLEANING. But if you really knew me, you’d know that was important to me, and I wouldn’t of just lost it while cleaning. So thanks. I know I’m a fucking fuck up. I suck. Good for me. Shit I’ve known since the beginning of time. Don’t worry about having to deal with me anymore, and my inconveniences. And this cycle, of cat and mouse, and not being able to read me, you seriously know me so well. My life is already going downhill anyways so who really cares.
