the moral of the story is, there isn't one.

Sometimes people shouldn't do things,
and that's exactly why they do.

Genuinely don't care anymore.
I cared. I wouldn't have opened my mouth if I didn't.
But fuck it.

Life's too short to care.
You care too much. About everything. That's your problem.

I made a mistake. Infact, lately, I've made a lot of fucking mistakes.
Can you blame me. Everyone shits on me anyway.
I get it. I'm wrong. I hurt you. I'm sorry. He's not.

But I will not let you play victim.
I've played that part far too many times to know that in reality, no one fucking cares about our stories.

And they shouldn't.
Just leave the peices and move the fuck on.
With or without me.