THE CHEATER
You know what? I’m fucking pissed now. And I’m sick and tired of you constantly calling me a cheater like I’m the worst person on the fucking planet. I’m not going to apologize for this shit anymore, especially when YOU basically pushed me into doing what I did.
So I’M to blame for YOU cheating? Go fuck yourself.
You act like you’re so above everything, Blake. You’re so calm and collected and sarcastic, like nothing ever fucking touches you. I never knew what you were thinking. Ever. Being with you felt like I was constantly trying to impress someone that can never be impressed.
You never knew what I was thinking because you never fucking asked, Isaac. You fawned all over me in public, and then in private you were only sweet when you wanted sex or attention.
I’m not saying it was all bad. It was really, really good at times. You felt like my safe place, like you were this steady thing in my life and I wanted that.
I’m glad I was your safe place. Too bad you were never mine.
But I also wanted you to look at me like I was the most exciting guy in the world.
I always felt like I was chasing some version of myself you might actually care about, but you never cared about making me feel wanted.
You never let me in and you were never really there with me.
So maybe think about that before you decide I’m the only one who ruined this.
You wanted me to look at you like you were the most exciting guy in the world? Well, I wanted you to look at me, period. But I was invisible until you felt like taking me off the shelf to play with me.
Now give me my fucking toaster back.