The sight of his face and the sound of his voice fills me with feelings of disgust.
A perpetual child, seeking his next cheap thrill. No care for the damage left in his wake.
"Why don't they like me?" u ask?
Because you're unhinged. Because you're a fraud. Because you're a disgrace.
A mother who still shelters you from an unpromising world, but when she passes, who's refuge will you seek?
Feel sorry for yourself. I will not pity you. If I have nothing worth listening to, then neither do you.
I am not your whore.
If I am, then, the stakes just went up.
But you are now broke. A broke and broken man.
When you request my company, I will say no. When you demand my attention, I will say no. My good mood today will fool you in believing that a "yes" is on the horizon. Sadly for you that won't be the case.
Rage--a rage that you could never grasp. It would be lost on you anyways.
You made your bed, now lay in it.
Left in your own corner, now stay there.
This time, I won't save you from yourself. This time, I will let you die. Nothing worth salvaging, now, anyways. No appetite for the scraps of a meal someone else already ate.
You might as well be another stranger.
Not even worthy of being an enemy. As all I now feel for you, is indifference and apathy.