Goose and Keylime.

I fucking hate this.

You've toyed with my emotions,
and now i don't even know how to feel.

I know you were trying to help me, but really, all you did was make me feel guilty, and a little bit bitter.

How dare you tell me it meant nothing,
how dare you tell me i'm doing the wrong thing.
After two years of putting up with your bullshit, i'm finally learning how to think for myself, which is what you've always "encouraged" me to do. And now that i'm doing it, you're just putting me down.. over, and over again.

Fuck you very much for trying.
Really, i just feel wonderful right now.

I just miss the way things used to be.
Before you started lying and cheating and putting up walls.
Before you told everyone you were pregnant, when you really weren't.
Before you left you needle supplies in my family room, for my brother to find. (He confronted me about them, by the way. He thought they were mine. THANKS A FUCKING LOT.)
Before you lived with me, used me, and took full advantage of me.
Before you broke all of our promises, before you let yourself go and expected me to keep hanging on.
Before you became and attention whore, and just a whore in general.
Before you made me look like the bad one, before you made it look like everything was my fault, before you tried to shove your words down my throat.

I miss the days when we still had our swing,
and the days when i could tell you everything.
I miss our romantic dinners,
and walking into Powell House to find you laughing histarically on the floor.
I miss our girly chats, and i miss our laughing fits.

I miss that you,
but i sure as hell don't miss this you.

You might be mad...
but really, who can blame me for giving up?
I hate to say it, but you're a lost cause, Goosey.





Some days, i wonder if you miss this at all.