[Intoxicated Brutality]

Screw every last one of you.
The four of you pretend like you care, as long as you need me. Then you won't answer my calls/texts as infrequent as they are.
I'm sorry I have a life outside of socializing.
Sorry I have TWO jobs.
I'm sorry I can't pretend the status updates and snide remarks any of you make on the rare times we talk anymore don't hurt me.
I don't know what it is about me that you can't stand.
Is it the fact I've helped you, no matter what it was you needed help with, no matter when? The fact that I push myself to the breaking point to keep all of you happy? The fact I've nearly gotten into god knows how many fights with dumbasses exs of yours, or stupid bitches who run their mouth?
I'm sorry that after all this time I had expected at least ONE of you to be able to see how much I've been hurting. To actually push matters farther when you ask what the cut on my arm was from and I say I don't remember.
Excuse the hell out of me for expecting ONE of you to care.
I've been trying my hardest lately, I really have. But you all make it so much more difficult.
I still can't cut ties from you thought. If I can't pretend to have you guys, I won't have anyone.
I can't cope with that.
Please, for once just PLEASE pay attention to how much I need one of you, how much I need all of you.
I'm really going to need it in September...but I know it won't happen, will it?