Just stop, you know I couldn’t have gone with you. My dad barely let me come here and it was only because I earned a spot here. And what about you? What about your options? Your own brother is getting into the recording business and he needs talented artists of all kinds to help him get out there and you just walked away, found a better deal. Because that’s your deal, and you know what? Maybe that’s mine too. Because I was tired of feeling like I was alone all the god damn time. I was tired of feeling like you didn’t even want to be with me. I was tired of you pretending like we were fine when it so clearly wasn’t. Because that’s not the way you treat someone you consider to be your everything. So maybe if I was never given a reason to go looking for someone who treated me better in the first place, than maybe we could have avoided this mess altogether. How’s that for a fucking pattern?
Yeah, I’m sure you are. The only reason you’re here right now is to get some sick twisted sort of amusement out of all of this, to show everyone how much better you are than us. I hope you choke on your damn popcorn.
Like seriously, if we’re such trash, why are you here? Why waste your precious time on people like us? To try and put us in whatever place you think we belong? Yeah, well, fuck off because you’re irrelevant at this point and not even part of this story anymore.
You're right - I'm fucking amused.
You act like I'm stupid for doing that. Rule number one in business is to never work with your friends. Rule number two? Never work with your family. I think Benny boy's gonna do just fine without me, and he's smart enough to know that we're better off this way. It's you who keeps reaching in attempt to make me feel bad. Like, do you see him out here tryna fight? Cause I don't.
I just got one more thing to say, then I'm out. If you had said, one time, that you were unhappy...I would have fixed it. Fuck, I would have done anything to have fixed it. But nah, you kept your pretty little mouth shut...sat around and waited for something "better" cause you couldn't deal with a little communication. That's fine, whatever.
But don't sit here and pretend like you're happier cause I'm not around. And don't, for one second, act like you ain't selfish. Because, let's face it - I've been gone for months. If you cared about me at all like you said you did, you'd be happy I'm finally getting to do what I want in life.
But, it's cool - I'm irrelevant in your "story". Don't matter to me, cause you sure as fuck ain't relevant in mine.
Deuces.
