Annoying

Someone annoyed me to the last straw today.

He said he didn’t mean it.

If he really didn’t mean it, well I don’t really care.

He said sorry, but I don’t think he means it.

Like I care.

But then, I feel more annoyed.

I don’t think I’d still want see him tomorrow.

Or see him at all.

That’s what he deserves.

For all those times he tickled me to death, and those annoying phrases he said.

Everything has a price to pay.

If only I could say that I don’t want to be with him any longer…

I’d probably say those words one of these days.

Wait for it.

And when I do, we’re over.

Swear.