Now hear me out, kid.
My anger takes about a few days—
or weeks, or months, or years—to build up.
you might not see it in the first place.

Just so you know,
i always have two choices.
being very nasty. or just assuming you’re dead.
if i care about you, it’ll be the first.
if i don’t, or too hurt to even bother, it’ll be the latter.
it’s my choice.
and never yours.
and you may not even know about it,
cause you don’t matter.

so let’s just agree
to become strangers.