I Know

If one more person tells me you’re not good enough for me I might explode. The next person who feels like its their mission in life is to make sure I know you’re a jerk might find their head shoved far up an area that it really shouldn’t be. I don’t want to hear about all the crap you’ve done. I don’t need to be reminded of how you treat me. I know I was there.

I wish people would realize it really doesn’t do anyone any good. Its not going to magically get me over you. Its not going to make you change your ways (I doubt anything can do that). It will have absolutely no affect. So why bother?

Why waste time telling me a bunch of useless information? Doesn’t anyone have anything better to do? Doesn’t anyone have anything better to do than fruitlessly trying to get me over you? Telling me things that I already know. I know your worst and I still like you. Surprising, I know.

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