bethzke
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
You're boiling and you're about to overload, explode, implode, anything but calm down. I can't wait for you to grow out of this. You're like an impossible 2 year old. The kind you babysit and get paid extra for. But no one is paying me to deal with you. I get nothing- not even self gratification- to put up with your immaturity. Grow the eff up and stop calling me black!
Sincerely,
The Pot.
I always hated how you shortened everyone's name. Mine is even one syllable and you shortened it. How? and what gives you the right to assign new nicknames to people? I don't miss you. And I can wait for you to come back.
I'm secure in your arms.
Grin and bear it, they say. But no. I won't grin and bear it. I won't act like this is okay.
I won't. Because I don't have to. Because it is okay.
Grin and bear it for yourselves.
I hope you're happy with her. Because you're never getting me back.
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