Siren, I just like f****** with you constantly because I’m angry that I miss you, furious that I love you, livid that I can’t move on, pissed as hell that I’m not worthy, and I’m really f****** bored. If you were smart you’d realize nothing I’ve done has gone beyond a certain threshold and move the f*** on with your life Siren. Stop rewarding my actions by reacting to me at all and stop reading my replies to your s*** and bada bing bada boom, you’re home free again. Literally pretend I don’t exist, go on with your life as usual, and you would find I’d get bored of screaming at the walls and move the f*** on in a couple weeks.
The only way it makes sense is A) You’re legitimately scared of me or
B) YOu Legimitately care about me.
If you’re scared of me, remember that I’m an actor, a roleplayer, a reader, and a wrestling fan. I don’t know how many fake deadlines need to pass and times I need to call off my threats before you realize I’m never gonna show up at your house and that I’m just being overly dramatic and spiteful. I may not have control of my thoughts or my mouth, but contrary to popular belief, I have never been a violent person. Well, when I was a little kid maybe, but to be fair, most 12 year olds are sociopaths.
If you’re playing hard to get, might I suggest you f****** stop? I’m socially retarded. I mean, my guess is this is some sort of twisted revenge for you, to bait me in and throw me back like some storebought bait pond fish and laugh at how gullible I am and how I keep falling for the same routine, but that’s why I’m always such an incredible a****** to you, justttt in case you’re laughing at me. 18 years of flamewars on the internet teach you how to go for the throat and strike nerves. I’m both ashamed and proud of how good I am at murdering people with words.
Anyways, Get the f*** on with your life or tell me what you really want me to do you stupid b****. You want me to leave you alone forever? Tell me. I’ll do it. You want me to put in the hard work to clean up my act and then serenade you from beneath your window on the Summer Solstice like a f****** shakespear character? I’ll f****** do it. Use your f****** words, Be direct, Like you’re talking to an idiot, because when it comes to women, I am a f****** IDIOT and I overthink everything and see patterns and read into things that always turn out to be coincidences. Your f****** posts recently have really had me confused and I don’t know what the f*** you want from me. I can’t read your f****** mind. I keep thinking you care but mom and my therapist keep saying you’re trying to bait me into a trap. DFSOKJNFNLSDFNLKDFSNKLN Love you b****