talking to you is pointless. because with all the flying high up above, you’re just a little bit more sane than a crazy llama. talking to you is like walking in a freaking circle. over and over and over again, with me as the stupid donkey.
talking to you has nothing but an unsuccessful result.
and i’m so tired talking to you about the same shit with so many goddamn ways expecting a freaking different result. and i’m so tired talking to you about what i feel because apparently, you’re not here. you’re up there, flying with the monkeys. and i’m so tired talking to you, i’m done. i had no intentions in guiding you along the way thru my feelings. you missed your chances, you ain’t getting another one.