Go away.
You are not my shadow;
Stop following me around.
No, I don't want to talk.
I don't want your arm around the back of my chair.
I don't want your opinion on everything I do.
I only find it annoying that you laugh when I'm not even being funny.
My feelings are not your business;
I told someone else instead.
I am not your babe.
I am not your sweetie.
I am not even your friend.
Your jokes aren't funny anymore.
You aren't the first to 'fall in love' with me without my permission,
Don’t think you'll be the last.
I don't need you to compliment me on my work,
I know I'm good,
And I know that you would compliment me even if I wasn't.
I put that stuff on the chair next to me so you wouldn't sit there.
I don’t need you to tell me what to do,
I’ve spent 16 years without you and I’m doing fine.
Stop making such a big deal out of everything,
It doesn't make people want to help you,
It just makes us run out of patience even faster.
Are you retarded?
When I avoid you,
It means that I don’t want to be with you.
Please, do me a favour;
Take a hint,
And leave me alone.
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I don't know....I was just free-writing and this sorta formed...I quite like it; effectively sums up my feelings towards a certain someone right now...
