Memoirs of a freakish guy

“You’re not alone… wherever you go, I follow.”

You do? you are trully saying that you follow? So far right now I’m agonizing alone. Where the fuck have you been when I needed you the most? Where were you when I started to face reality as it is, and not like a fucking fairy tale you’ve been picturing me? Do I have to pretend like nothing happened, so as not to rub in your face how ungrateful you’ve been? Now I don’t believe any words you’re saying. I’m sick of buying that bullshit you’re selling me. You fucking better get things right, or you can watch me walk away, and I’ll show you my back as a souvenir.