i've met the dreaded MW. sat in his kiddie pool. and i'll say it now, i think it was just a little bit of a convience for both of you. back in la, he's divorced, let's smoke on the roof and drink beer. it was easy and comfortable and you knew how it went.
but that's not how it is now. and it's not convenient anymore. (which i don't think was a good reason in the first place.) and that means i think you should get the fuck out. yes the dog is cute. yes the little pants of the little boy with the name of a future author is adorable.
but em. you're you. and you're so much better than this. you are not the reason that his career is in the dumps, that's his own fucking fault. and everyone loves someone to blame and it seems that you've become his reason. so take that away from him. force him to grow the hell up and realize it's his own shit that is the problem, and take your stuff, all of it. leave your key and say goodbye and mean it. MEAN it em, don't do it if you don't mean it, because then you are just playing his game again.
you can't doubt yourself here. and you shouldn't doubt yourself here. and if you feel alone, or shitty, or whatever, me and everyone else are always here. (becca says hello btw.) you have to do it in one fell swoop and don't look back. and you're my older sister. i know you can do it. so listen to everyone else who are far smarter and wiser than i, and just remember, i love you more than holland loves tulips. and i miss you terribly and cannot wait until you arrive in november. love love love.
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i've met the dreaded MW. sat in his kiddie pool. and i'll say it now, i think it was just a little bit of a convience for both of you. back in la, he's divorced, let's smoke on the roof and drink beer. it was easy and comfortable and you knew how it went.
but that's not how it is now. and it's not convenient anymore. (which i don't think was a good reason in the first place.) and that means i think you should get the fuck out. yes the dog is cute. yes the little pants of the little boy with the name of a future author is adorable.
but em. you're you. and you're so much better than this. you are not the reason that his career is in the dumps, that's his own fucking fault. and everyone loves someone to blame and it seems that you've become his reason. so take that away from him. force him to grow the hell up and realize it's his own shit that is the problem, and take your stuff, all of it. leave your key and say goodbye and mean it. MEAN it em, don't do it if you don't mean it, because then you are just playing his game again.
you can't doubt yourself here. and you shouldn't doubt yourself here. and if you feel alone, or shitty, or whatever, me and everyone else are always here. (becca says hello btw.) you have to do it in one fell swoop and don't look back. and you're my older sister. i know you can do it. so listen to everyone else who are far smarter and wiser than i, and just remember, i love you more than holland loves tulips. and i miss you terribly and cannot wait until you arrive in november. love love love.