Irritaited in Feelings

10:25 PM

Fuck the memories.

Fuck the emotions.

Who cares?

Lies. That’s all it was.

Of course, ask what’s wrong but will I say anything about it?

Nope.

Can’t. Fucking pointless. Always turns into fighting.

What the fuck was the point of getting a hotel room?

Just would like to know.

Doesn’t matter I guess. Why should any of it?

Must be nice to use this even as a way to hurt me.