_ Listen, regardless of everything that happened you are still my dear friend. I can try and forget about you it just doesn’t work.
_ You please be quiet.
_ Seriously? you can’t just detach youself from a relationship… unless you’re some kind of psychopath.
_ Or maybe you’re the psychopath for just coming over here, you know? And how are you gonna be a therapist if you can’t even figure out what’s going on in your life? Which is that I clearly didn’t tell you for a reason which is I don’t care what you think. And I don’t care about your feelings cause I don’t really care about you anymore.
_ Okay, allright. So how is this going to work then? What’s the plan? So I’m just gonna leave here and then you and I are gonna figure out some way that we don’t even see each other again. That’s the plan, huh? So, bye. And for the record I may be a sociopath, but you’re a fucking psychopath and that’s much worse. Everything that we did together, happened. Whether you want to believe it or not. Wheter you want to remember it or not. And I am here and I know you. You can’t just erase people. You can’t just erase me. That’s not how it works.
Me ha encantado leer y saborear el cuento (y la tarta que lo acompañaba :D) “Manuscrito hallado en una botella” de Allan Poe. La pequeña emo dentro de mi se siente satisfecha!
Did someone turn the lights out or is it just another dark cloud in my head?
El botón de “autodestrucción” con deseo
cuando estás super loqui y le das a “continuar”, “continuar”, “continuar”… (y dejas que un gallehipster sea tu guía turístico) sin mirar atrás 🙂