Selfish prick

It's so weird ya know....after everything, it feels like it was all nothing. That's sad. I loved you with everything that I am and now here I am, alone, everybody asking me if I'm ok. What does it matter. I am not ok. I'm pissed. Two and a half FUCKING months of cutting back was all I asked of you...and you agreed, in moms office after I showed you the budget system I organized to HELP US get out of your debt. But no.......you didn't get your extra $100 for your weed, so now we are done, and I am left with a $5000 debt to pay off on minimum wage! Thanks! And I know you started drinking again. I feel retarded because I should've known. I should've fucking known. Remember that joke you told me? The one about how to tell when an alcoholic is lying? Yup. Pretty much! I should've ran for the hills when we first met and you told me you were recovering. Oh well. Live and learn.

But, in spite of all that, I wish you all the best. I hope one day you will find some happiness and you won't fuck it all up. And even though I never want to see you again, I love you. Still. With everything that I am.