Worry not...

You worry, but I say don't.

Don't' worry about never seeing me again.
Don't worry about me getting pulled away from you.

Don't worry because I've had just about enough of this shit.
I'm not going to put up with this anymore. Kapeesh?
What guarantee do I have that you won't pull the same shit on me?
None. So maybe when you've finally decided let your level of maturity
show your real age, then maybe we can talk.
Maybe its time to think about others too huh?

My parting words are, Your actions have consequences. Time to take some fucking responsibility for them. You were free to choose and you did. Now lie in it.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life.
Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments?
Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read?
Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want?
Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex
. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight.
Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.