I want to jump off the planet and
disappear into nothing.
Maybe my ashes will
corrode the atmosphere.
Just threw a fit and punched the shit out of a wall.
YAY BETHY.
"and, like today I love you more than yesterday, but much less than tomorrow."I thought the changes were just skin deep at first. But they're not. You've really changed. I hate you. Everything about you.
I never thought I'd say that.
HA.
Oh the relief I feel in not worrying anymore.
Deep down I know you're still in there. You're a good person, I swear it.
SHOW IT.
Come jump with me.
I hope you'll change back.
Transform.
Oh. Congratulations on being a daddy. Hope you enjoy it.
Oh. And congratulations on being the biggest sell out ever.
That's going to piss off so many people. Okay. Alright. Okay. Alright.
You don't really care anymore, you used to, I swear you did. But you don't any more. You regret it, don't you? Getting so big. So famous. So important yet unimportant.
This isn't about me not wanting you to be happy, like I've been accused of so many times. Because I'm glad you're happy. I really am. I'm glad you've got everything you wanted. I just wish that you'd stop complaining about the fame and cameras and BULLSHIT when you make more money than some third world countries. I don't want the old you back, because the old you wasn't happy. I want you to be human again. To be like the rest of us. Like you used to be.
You're a robot.
What you always wanted.
Good fucking luck, buddy. Hope you enjoy the rest of your happy little life.
WHERE'S ME 3AM EMPTY BED BLUES BABY?You're bed's not as empty as mine.
2 comments:
you have to stop thinking about him sometimes, bffl.
Sometimes I can't. I know I need to, but he's always there. Always being the same but way different.
I want to let him go.
...but I can't. I made a promise. And I can't break it.
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