Now I understand what all of this is really about. You don’t even care where I am or where I’m going to sleep tonight. You saw my message, ignored it, and went to sleep, peaches.
And honestly, that hurts because I’m starting to question whether this is really the kind of love I thought we had. Real love is choosing each other, especially when things get difficult. It’s caring about what the other person is going through, not only being there when everything is easy.
Right now, it feels like the only thing you really care about is having me there physically. Like you want my body, but you don’t really care about me.
Because if you truly cared, how could you see everything I’ve been through these past few days and still somehow make it seem like I’m the one who doesn’t want to come to you? I’ve been dealing with so much, and instead of feeling like you’re beside me, I feel completely alone.
It’s fine. Maybe I needed to see this for what it really is. If I can’t get there, then what? I’m just supposed to figure everything out on my own and disappear until I can come back?
I’m not asking you to fix everything for me. I just wanted to feel like you cared enough to ask where I’m going to sleep, whether I’m okay, and what I need right now. I wanted to feel like I matter to you, not just what you can get from me physically.
Just my body, if I couldn’t get there I should fuck off right. That’s it. Thank you Thomas
So I pull up to customs, and the guy's like, 'Why do you have so many Hawaiian rolls?' And I was like, 'Obviously, I'm smuggling drugs in them!' Wrong! Don't mess with the Feds. I thought I was chilling, but then they brought out all the dogs and I started freaking out!
