I’m mostly mad at love right now cause it hurt my friend. Love made my friend hurt my friend.
And it hurt me too, but that was a different story. Love hurt me for the best. Love made me choose. It made me choose between loving someone else and loving myself. I chose myself. I made the right choice. Thanks love.
So I guess love saved me. I guess I shouldn’t be so mad at love. I guess I should be thankful. I am grateful love, but I am not indebted to you. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe anyone for being nice or tender or loving toward me. I deserve it too. I deserve love.
We talk an awful lot about you love. You’re selfish. You’re a ham. Love, why don’t you step the fuck down for a moment. Back the fuck up!
I need a breather, I need a break. From you, for me.
You hurt my friend. I didn’t forget. That’s not okay. Love, you need to get your shit together. You can’t keep hurting me or the people I love.
Love, your reputation precedes you. You really aren’t as great as people say you are. Okay, you are great, but you’re really harsh and hurtful too. And you’re mean to nice people. You hurt people who don’t deserve it.
Love, I’m checking you. I will no longer stand by and witness you hurt me and the people I love. You need to shape up or ship out. There’s no more room here for your bullshit.
So start taking notes. I will be your example of how to treat me and the people I love. And if you can’t live up to these standards, you can get your things and leave. If you can’t live up to what love should look like, then love don’t live here anymore.