I Fell for a Guy Who Didn't Give a Damn About Me

If I don't hear from you, you will definitely not hear from me. If you show me that you don't give a fuck, I'll show you that I'm way better at it.

Call it petty, call it childish, call it whatever the fuck you want. In my book, you just don't leave anyone without a clue like it's all up to you and come back again like nothing happened or that I should even be thankful that you're back.

You're not that special.

Sure, we had great times together. We vibed well. Hell, I was even looking forward to seeing you again, but as fucked up as my views of people and things are sometimes, two things that never cut it for me are manners and respect.

Yes. Manners and respect. Look them up sometimes, you could use a lot.

I'm not saying I'm perfect, I'm not saying I'm a stickler to good old-fashioned OTT prim and proper etiquette, geesh I'm not even saying I'm fond of formalities and stiff social rules but when it comes to treating people, manners and respect matter.

I don't care about your poison of preference, I don't care if you sin differently than me, but rudeness is another story. You treat people right, you treat people with kindness, you treat people with respect, otherwise you can go to hell.

Sooo back to main point - you can shove up your text messages, Viber messages, and calls up your ass. I'm done with you, I couldn't care less about you, and I'm not sorry about it.

You know who you are. You're prolly reading this. LOL have a great life. I'm done trying to be in it and thanking my lucky stars I'm not part of it.

See ya around.