fuck you little boy blue

I hate when I have to tell stories about you people ask how you were I get so fired up every time I have to tell someone I tell them how I was terrified how you would scream and swear at me almost every night but all I ever did was give you everything you ever wanted. night after night I would force myself to keep you happy so you wouldn't yell. I even had to keep it a secret so I wouldn't loose what I now hold so dear to myself. after your "incident" you said it was all out of "love" bull. shit. You tried to force me to like the things you like think the way you think basically change everything that I enjoyed and you despised. Any time I hear certain words that you've found funny I immediately tell that person to never say it around me again. Events that you've found "funny" fucking scared me and all you did was laugh. Any time you were fucking left out of any fucking joke you pulled me to the side asking why you were left out. did you ever figure it was because YOU'RE FUCKING IMMATURE? You said that every girl before me left and never supported you. Maybe they got out of there fast once they realized how you are. Getting away was the absolute best thing I have done but almost everyday I have this small outburst of anger cringing and wanting to tell you to your face how messed up you are. how much you've messed me up. you changed, you changed real bad. everyone is pulling away all because of you fuck you little boy blue

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