Here we go again

Add another one to the list.

3. Do not play me. Don’t fucking toy with my emotions. Don’t guilt trip me. Don’t do any of that childish shit because you’re fucked up. Don’t take advantage of my kindness and desire for friendship, or the fact that I give people the benefit of the doubt.

Yes, another thought that occurred to me in the car before the insurance lady called me. I don’t give a shit about you moving on with your life. I don’t give a shit that you don’t have enough money to buy her what she wants. You made me a fucking promise, and then you have the nerve to try and get me to feel guilty because I want you to keep your word? You’re not a man. You were fucking right on when you said that today. You weren’t being a man when you told me to take everything; you wanted the easy way out. And you’re still not a man because your word means shit. You’re a fucking coward, and you always will be.

Fuck you. God dammed motherfucking zero.