I need to vent again.

I just wanna cry every fucking time. Why can't I see you when they were talking about your role? Why was I searching to see your face? I have so much more to say about him then you. If you think what you've done is enough, is good, well you're wrong. I don't need material goods, or cheap words. It's fucking insincere. You know, I know. Don't fucking play charade with me. I have one person who I like to repay back, and it's not you. He's my source of strength. Someone I don't even see half the time. What right do you have to be disappointed? What have YOU done? You expect nothing, and nothing is what I'm going to give you. I won't let him down, because today I saw the fatigue in his eyes. It's torturing. It hurts. Six days a week, two hours overtime everyday. I saw his face. Where were you?


I'm a little upset I don't see you in the same light as him. I tried, but your actions are prove.

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