You told me to get out of my feelings and stop being sensitive. Well, I did. I am very obedient and your wish is my command. Just so we are clear, I want you to know what you are getting yourself into when you say, “Get out your feelings. Stop being sensitive.” Your words have consequences just like your actions. Also, I know you are just as sensitive as I am but I get it. Someone has to get their feelings hurt and it will not be you. You do not want to get to attached because just like me, you have been disappointed by people you like too. Well, I have been sensitive all my life and have been swimming in a pool of feelings for as long as I remember. In the same fashion I can give you my heart to help heal yours, I can burn yours at the stake while listening to mines beat. My heart is cold blooded due to a series of misfortunate events. A series of misfortunate events that have led me to not give a damn. Watch and see.

My phone rang and I noticed it was you texting me. I ignored it. Well, depending on what you say or said, I might respond. Remember those less than three minute responses I use to give you, you will not receive them anymore. You have taken my kindness for weakness and my love for granted. I tried to be different when it came to you. Instead of you texting me first, which is how it should be, I would put an effort to text you first. Well not anymore sweetheart because I have most likely, 20/10, delete your number from my phone. Oh Yes! I thought you knew that my nickname was Petty Betty. When I am mad, I do not give a freak. I do not give a freak about you or your feelings because you definitely do not give a care about mine. It has been a week since we spoke and you have texted me maybe three times. Honestly, you should text me everyday but it is cool I see where we stand now. I am bored out of my mind so now, I will respond with a one work answer that is very informal like, “Hi.” Who still says, “Hi?” Now, I have decided to waste time speaking to you instead of writing my business plans to be filthy rich. I am feeling real mean right now; I mean extra mean with a capital M and emphasis on the M and E. Anything you say please prepare yourself for a rude, nasty and possible messy response. When you had me, you could not keep. Now that you have lost me, I doubt you care, you will never find another like me.

Please do not let me forget. It is not always men who tell me I am sensitive. Females are really good at pushing buttons and stepping over boundaries. So girl, next time you ask me how you look I promise to be real honest, emphasis on the honest. I do not care if I have a man or not, if I want to hang out with you but really want to flake on you, I will flake. You can stay in the house for once, I promise it will not kill you. Lastly, when you want to go grab lunch, I will have already eaten lunch, a snack, and dinner.

Love you. Talk to you when I feel like it. Hold your breath, though. *wink wink*