Tangents & The Times

WHAT DON'T YOU GET ?! I'M IGNORING YOUR ASS.

Dude, you have left me like four messages a day for the past week.
I haven’t called you back and I am going to continue to ignore your calls
because I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
WE HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT, ALRIGHT ?!

I just can’t give you what you want.
It’s plain and simple.
For years, I’ve been giving and giving but now,
I have nothing left to give you !
I have worked hard to try to make up for what I took from you.
I know, I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.
But it didn’t feel that I wasn’t asking for much
& even my dad said it was a good idea.
BUT IT WASN’T.
I admit it: I was wrong.
Maybe I still am wrong…
I don’t even know anymore.

I just know that we’re stressing each other out.
I can hear it in your messages.
And I know you know when I am forwarding you to my voice mail
because I don’t even try to hide it.
I straight up press ignore.
But it’s just gotten to a point where it is like,

I DON’T HAVE YOUR FUCKING MONEY WELLS FARGO !!!
I DIDN’T HAVE THE $120 AT 8 AM OR NOON
OR FOUR THIRTY THREE AND I SURE AS HELL DON’T NOW !!!

Goddd, you’re worse than that ex boyfriend after he took five Xani-bars and snorted an eight ball and proceeded to call me literally, LITERALLY, a hundred and seventy times in less than twenty four hours.

Okay, maybe not.
I think collectively you’ve only called me
twenty four times in, like, eight days.
So, you’re not THAT crazy.
But that doesn’t mean much cause you’re still crazy.
So, just do us both a favor and chill the fuck out for a minute.

Wells Fargo, I promise,
you’ll be the first one I notify
as soon as I have a spare buck twenty for you.

Unfortunately, right now, it looks like those dollars
are going towards more important things.
Specifically Maker’s Mark and designer lubricants.
Srry<3