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Michael Bolton: How Am I Supposed To Live Without You |
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*opens his door making sure no ones in the hall way, kicks his bag down the hall and lets it fall down the stairs*
*goes into the kitchen and searches for some paper and a pen. Finds them and starts to jot down a note*
We always leave a note. So, heres mine. I'm going out. I'd leave a number, but you wont be able to get ahold of me. That's the fucking point. So whatever. Take care of yourselves. Because I can't fucking do it anymore.
Angel: Define Love. Then think about what you did to Rachel. Define love again. Yes, I thought so. We'll talk when you quit thinking with your dick and start thinking with your heart. And don't start the I'm hypocritical shit with me, because I don't want to fucking hear it. I didn't intentionally try to hurt Jacob. It seems to me like you wanted to hurt Rachel. Why the hell else would you go back to Shelli? After all the shit she pulled. I thought so. A good fuck..isn't worth breaking someone's heart. You're even more blonde then I ever realized.
Shelli: To put it simply, in words that..lets see..a 1/4 wit like you can understand. You're a disgusting whore. A siren. As in you lure men to you, but in the end, you're still an ugly hag who no one wants. Sucks to be you.
Jacob: As much as I'd love to write something mean, I can't. I just can't. I'm hoping you come home and see this. Hell the only reason I left a note for shelli on this is because someone would have to read it for her anyway. Look, you did what you had to do. That's fine. I wouldn't of taken me back either. I just have one comment to make. This time I won't be the one kissing them better. I won't even let you see mine. What is it you always say? " Their just signs of a tough life." Welcome to mine. I'd tell you I love you, but does it matter. No. I'd tell you I need you, but does it matter. NO. I'd tell you all the things I should of said before, but does it matter? NO. So what do I want to say to you? Let yourself fall. For someone else. I wasnt ever good enough for you. And Im not now. Do good things. You will find, happiness. You will find the right one. The one who wont make you cry, and who wont ever hurt you. Intentional or not. Most of all, you'll find the person who's not me.
Tara: I believe that I told you he chose you. I would be correct. Erik wins. Finally.Woo Fucking Woo.
Trevor: You said that what I did to Jacob was wrong. Fuck you. You do the same thing with a whole slew of girls. The only difference is I actually care about Jake and you dont have a damn heart at all. And if you do, the only person whose in it, is yourself. The only reason you give a shit about the Jacob situation is because you cant stand the fact that everyone has someone, but you. Because, sure you have your whole crew of girls to screw around with, but in the end, you sleep alone. You sleep alone. When you get over that fact let me know, and then maybe I'd actually be willing to have a decent conversation with you.
One of you guys can fucking pass on this message. Justin and Britney, I love you. I'll get a hold of you. Stop. Right now. DOnt worry. See..you are now stop. If I say I'll get ahold of you, I will.
Dan: I dont even know where to start. Right now I hate you so much..that it's not right. I've never hated anyone in my life. IM SO SICK OF THE BULLSHIT. You love me...you love me and yet..and yet, you fucking hurt me. HURT ME SO YOU COULD GET OUT OF A SITUATION YOU COULDNT HANDLE. You're scared. And you love her too. This isn't about Jacob. YOU"RE SCARED. I love you. Did you realize that? Did you see that? Probably not. Would I have fucked up a perfectly good thing with Jacob, knowing this would happen? Yes. Because I had you..for a small amount of time. *laughs bitterly to himself* But that doesn't matter now. Nothing fucking matters now. It's done. You left me. And that's fine. Be with her. It's easier on her, and then you dont have to worry about Jacob. Hell, don't be with her. Do who and whatever the fuck you want. I don't control you, and what I think doesn't mean a damn thing to you. I just fooled myself into believing it did. But it was never about me. Besides, it was just sex right? Just sex. I was the idiot who forgot that. ,My fault. Not yours.
Fuck this. I'm not 10 years old. I can fucking take care of myself, which is more than I can say for most of you. Maybe now with me gone, you can start figuring it out. And maybe, you'll realize that I can't live your life and mine too. I'm not that strong. Fuck this. I'm out of here.
*grabs his bag and leaves, letting the door slam behind him*
*drives around, not really paying attention to where he's going* Did I actually just do that? *nods to himself letting the tears fall* I think I did.
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