let's change subject

I'm sad, almost triggered. I feel like such an object - maybe because I'm starting to act like one.

I'm disappointing because we've known each other since 2011 and you've been such a great friend - now, only thing you seem to be wishing from is some quick and easy affection.

When you're talking to me, it feels like ordering chicken at a rotisserie - only speaking in terms of breast and thighs.

You want to take a piece of me and then never come back like everyone did over the summer.

The idea of friendship or relationship doesn't appeal to you - only the human anatomy.

Because talking about anything else results in messages not being answered - people don't wanna talk about normal stuff.

It's like I'm worth nothing more than a play of PIV - I know, my personality lacks.

I don't understand, didn't thought you were like that - you are nice looking, interesting...

Anyway, if you're reading this, know that I wasn't interested in inches as much as in personality and the fact you're trying to compensate with sexual activities is almost sad.

Almost.

Because I'm pretty sure even tho you're a super nice guy, sex isn't the only thing you have to offer, trust me.

You know, I don't even hate you of it.

In fact, it's perfectly understandable with how our society has become.

Just don't let them fool you into thinking you ain't worth more than that.

You're amazing.

In and out.

Too bad you don't show it, but i know it.

Friends told me,

ex girlfriends even. 

Now show me.

Je l'sais qu't'es fin.

You know, face snaps are worth more than d's.

I'm just saying.

And i'm pretty sure,

almost definely sure,

that you think I'm right.

and I am.

Take care.