Friday, August 3, 2012 2:48 AM
Leave me alone.
Maybe one day I'll be what you need.
I’m sorry, maybe you could say that I’m selfish, but I really have to go. I’m not leaving you, no. Maybe I’m a huge burden to you. I don’t need you to work for me. I don’t need your money. Go ahead and say that I am a spendthrift. Go ahead and say I spend money on things that are useless. Just say whatever you want to say, because I’ve been doing that the entire lifetime. Let others say what they wish, I won’t be pointing back at you and laugh when it all comes around back at yourself. I am not rich. My dad used to gave me $10 for a day’s pocket money at school and never failed to remind me of saving. Whenever I am free, I’ll go out with my friends, and my dad will give me $20 and he’ll tell me to spend it wisely. Enough of all these basic stuff. I am well taught. Never to say unnecessary things unnecessarily. Never to look at something too dramatically. All those, be polite stuff.
Back to what I’m supposed to talk about. I’m going home without letting you know. This is the most crucial time for me to be at home. I’ve thought about this thoroughly, and I believe and put my trust on you to behave well. I am sorry. I don’t consider you as just a boyfriend anymore, but more than that and I hope that you do understand what I’ve meant. What hurts me the most? Every time I looked forward to meeting you after work, you’ll end up spoiling my mood. What did you meant by all that? All those things you’ve said? $15 left and you don’t appreciate my effort? Why must everything that I’ve bought be a waste of garbage to you? What is it because I’m spending your hard earned money? Might as well I don’t bring that money out, right? So what if you’ve got your money? Your money doesn’t mean you can have all the power to me. You already disrespect my presence too many times. You nailed me down flat to the grounds. Be in my shoes, boy. Have my back pain, have my baby in you, have my mind in yours! You say I’m ego? Kidding me. Me or you ego? You say I’m a spendthrift? Kidding me. Me or you a spendthrift? You say I’m a prostitute? Dude, you have got to be kidding me. How you treat me is just off the hook. To me, I just realized that you take me for a fool. I hate broken promises. You always break it. Baby, you spoiled me. You really do. My iPod’s broken screen hasn’t been fixed since you last promised 5 months ago. Nothing can replace my hard earned Beats by dr dre earpiece. Sooner or later, this notebook is going to be crashed down in power if you continue treating it like how you usually do, it’s halfway dying already. Don’t worry, when I’m gone, I’m going to find my own job and earn my own money so no one can stop me from buying my necessities.
The last time I looked around the room, I don’t feel welcome anymore because it seems like you own this room alone. Anyone can barely know that you are sleeping in the same room as me.
I’m scared to go as I have the fear that I might loose you at the same time. But no matter what, if I don’t take the risk, I will never know. I’m tired of reminding you how much I love you. I have no time left for other boys. I’m set and down to live this life with you. I’m sorry and I hope you don’t do anything stupid. I love you.
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