It really is pretty fucking sad how low you’ve stooped this time.  There’s good in you, I know the real you, and you’re fucking wasting it. Getting drunk every night is a waste of your fucking life, and your potential. I remember when you were so upset because you thought you weren’t going to make it anywhere, and I had faith in you, I told you you could do it. Now, I don’t think you can do it. You’re resorting back to your old ways, you’re far more immature than you’ve ever been. You’re ruining your life, and I’m not going to stop you. You’re not going to make it through life this way, I’d hope you’d smarten up before it’s too late. But who am I to say something? I’m just an “immature asshole”, in your eyes. You won’t even see this, but maybe if you do, it could be a wake up call for you to get your shit together. But from now on, I’m moving on to bigger and better things. I deserve more than what I got.

10:37 pm  •  27 February 2012  •  6 notes