Chapter 3
WIth this knife Ill cut
out the part of me
The part that cares for you
With this knife
Ill cut out the heart of me
The Heart that cares for you
The
clock tolled once again 5o'clock in the morning it said and finally I
was able to sleep. Eventually I was awoken to find my best bud
standing next to my bed with a hot cup of tea and what appeared to be
frosted flakes. Lazily I tell him to go away and roll onto my side
with my back facing him and pillow over my head. Of course the pain
in my ass made me get up despite my complaining saying something
about it being unhealthy to sleep all day or some shit like that. I
grabbed my bowl to eat my cereal feeling the urge to bitch slap him
and tell him to shut the hell up or get out but held my tonge cause
Im a nice guy - cough coward- and crud I should nod or something so
he thinks Im listening -does so- and oh great here we go...hes going
on to the " its not your fault and there are other fish in the
sea speach" that friends always seem to give you in attempts to
cheer you up in which 9 x out of 10 it doesnt. Well I got news for
you buddy there is no one out there for me Ill just grow old and
alone with 30 cats and maybe a few dogs scaring away pesky children.
Drifting off to sleep I finally heard him opening the door to leave
but before he did he told me that I should talk to her and then hang
out for him and have a guys day out or something and left before I
could answer. Once he was gone I let out a heavy sigh and got up to
get dressed and headed out to confront my soon to be X girlfriend....
