What are you doing here, you sadist?
What's wrong with you?
Get back to your donut hole goddess and stop checking in for any hint of you in my thoughts.
Get back to your any-soft-body-will-do redemption,
get back to your pathological lies,
get back to telling yourself that you're shy and introverted,
get back to never ever shutting the fuck up,
get back to never being able to be alone,
get back to shameless flirting with a sex you're not interested in,
get back to art for the sake of getting unsuspecting girls naked,
get back to the pornography that you try to pass off as poetic,
get back to transparent attempts to get girls' attention,
get back to objectifying and degrading attractive women,
get back to pretending to have read or watched or played or heard anything that you think will make you in some way desirable,
get back to your pseudo-intellectualism,
get back to trying to impress her with your borrowed opinions,
get back to revising your personality according to your new love interests' preferences,
get back to custom-tailoring your likes and dislikes to what you think she wants in a soul mate,
get back to passing off old songs and drawings as special,
get back to telling her she's the only one and she's amazing,
get back to your lazy, fragile devotion,
get back to forgetting who your friends were,
get back to guilting your roommate into buying you food,
get back to spending all your money on shoes,
get back to tricking old lovers into doing your laundry,
get back to relying on your parents and telling yourself you're grown up,
get back to your hypocrisy,
get back to self-consciousness about your homemade scars,
get back to blaming them on anything that sounds plausible yet pitiable,
get back to threatening to kill yourself when things don't work out the way you planned,
get back to thinking you're justified in all of your actions,
get back to selfish obsession,
get back to slandering old flames because they've realized that you're psychotic,
get back to pretending to be drunk so that you can have an excuse to act like a psychopath,
get back to pretending like you'd thought of proposing to me,
get back to pretending like you had a ring for me,
get back to trying to make our story all the more pathetic,
get back to telling yourself that I'm awful because I couldn't love you the way you wanted,
get back to villainizing me because I will smash any pedestal I'm placed on,
get back to pretending to be happy for me,
get out, get out, get out.
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