My name is Caitlin
25 years young
Reside in NY
My blog is as random as my life, thoughts, and feelings are =]
The break up crying scene
"We don’t go anywhere together.
We just went to Ann Arbor together. To Ann Arbor.
To the Michigan-Notre Dame game.
You think screaming, drunk kids and leprechauns doing backflips, that’s fun.
That’s fun for me. Come on, man. I did that for you.
What do you… How do you show up for me?
I’m up on the bus every goddamn day for you!
Come on. You… I’m busting my ass
to be the best tour guide in the damn city,
so I can make enough money to support both of us
and hopefully you won’t have to work one day.
I want to work. All I ask, Brooke,
is that you show a little bit of appreciation.
That I just get 20 minutes to relax when I come home,
instead of being attacked with questions and nagged the whole damn time.
You think that I nag you? That’s all you do!
All you do is nag me!
"The bathroom’s a mess. ’ ’ "Your belt doesn’t match. ’ ‘
"Hey, Gary, you should probably go work out. ’ ‘
Nothing I ever do is ever good enough!
I just want to be left the hell alone!
Really? Is that what you want, Gary?
Is that what you want? Yeah.
That’s what you want? Yeah.
Fine. Great. Do whatever the hell you want.
You leave your socks all over this house, dress like a pig,
play your stupid-ass video game. I don’t care, I’m done.
What? I’m done! I don’t deserve this.
I really do not deserve this. I deserve somebody who gives a shit.
I’m not spending one more second of this life with some inconsiderate prick!
You’re a prick!”
Sad? Insecure? Looking for a sign? This 2 minute video may change the way you look at yourself.
But … but where did her eyes go?
she closed them.