I expect what I expect, and I want what I want, I demand
what I feel like at the time I state it. Only, it’s not mine to ask for. The
image I see before me looks appetising, everyone is beautiful, and the
materials that cover them, with the objects that surround that are luxurious.
*I click LIKE!
I love that you post up and show up.
*A few more LIKES!
Oh! How delightful you are, I just adore your outfits and
I message you, I call, I email, I write, I want to see you. It’s
rude as fuck when you are too busy for me. I know, I know, I’m asking a lot
from you. But you know, there’s an old saying, ‘if you don’t ask, you don’t
get.’ So I ask, and I ask and well, I haven’t gotten anything.
I mean, do people now die from replies?
Were you injured from texting?
I’m kidding, come on, I mean it’s not as if you would do
that on purpose now. KMT
Yes! I heard that’s what my behaviour can be described as,
but I’m not envious. Why would I be? I don’t even care about whatever I asked
you about three days ago. I mean, that was three days ago, it’s forgotten.
It was only something about where did you purchase your dress
from? But, I forgot about that come nightfall. I found something better online.
I found this er, this dress from? Oh, sugar! I can’t
remember which site exactly, I had a bit of a splurge that night, I’m positive
it was Wednesday night! I must have spent like? A lot!
I even bought those earrings, you know the ones you’re wearing
in the pic you posted up onto Insta. I think you posted it that morning,
beautiful earrings and yes! That’s why I called you a few times.
Why on earth would anyone describe me as evil? What have I
done exactly? I know I had to send your correspondence to voicemail, but I was
so busy. I had family over from Canada, and well, you know what happens when
family from overseas visit, it’s like they each need a minder!
Honestly, hun, I wasn’t ignoring you.
I would never do that. I was just busy, you know with work
and family, and I felt sick, I had a cough.
I didn’t complain when you were the same, a mere two weeks
ago! Not that anyone is counting dates or anything.
You’re paranoid. Do you really think I could be so? Childish?
I mean, I don’t even recall half the things you’re complaining about. But that’s
okay, I know you’re going through it, so I’m going to just leave you to it.
Whatever you think it is, it really isn’t that deep.