don’t ******* remind me
I see it every day. Trust me.
What hurts more than anything, is reminding me.
I know.
Maybe I should drop it.
Maybe I shouldn’t.
It might be better for me if I did, but is it too late?
probably.
Just please please please,
Don’t ******* remind me.

You just keep on counting, don’t you?
1.
late.
2.
Late.
3.
late.
I know. Stop telling me. I don’t argue.
Not with her. I don’t like her.
She’s stubborn.
She doesn’t listen to me here.
And neither do you.
So I’m begging you.
Don’t ******* remind me.

You know why I can’t do it.
You know I can’t argue.
So why the **** do you do this?
Does it make you happy?
Sadist.
Does it hurt?
Good.
Now you know how I feel.
I know it’s all late.
I know I haven’t started them.
I know I’m too ******* scared of asking for help with absolutely anything, that I would rather suffer in silence and fail all I’ve got than be seen as weak.
Cause I know that that’s what I am.
So don’t you ******* dare remind me.