You have to choose who you make happy and that means pissing people off.
I choose to look like the asshole here. I choose you over being liked.
I stopped picking up after you and saw who came first, before you. Me.
Please do not come here after a bad night just to shit all over mine.
Your litte bitch heart was never a match for my punch drunk love.
I wish I could say no regrets and wish you well, but you’re just a prick.