Good to know.

Good to know I was your useless piece of trash.
Wad it up and toss it carelessly with the remaints of your life.
Tare me up and down and tell me I don't matter.
I just need to hear it so I can stop caring.
Go ahead and tell me I wasn't good enough again.
Despite all the assistance, and help I put in.
All the words that you borrowed,
And the shoulder you wetted with your tears
So many times over the past ffew years.

Just tell me it was nothing.
Just the selfishness that I see.
The you you you.
Ignoring the me me me.

I always go through and comment on those with zero responses... and here I find something from you. Strange.

And with all of the "fans" and adorers of bratling on this site...

Anyway, wanna know what I think about this? Gut instinct... This reaks of a misunderstanding. it reminds me of the times you get all pissed off and emotional, feeling hurt about something you heard or read... when I'm about 90% sure... it just couldn't be right. I only say that because... well... everbody loves Chanti.

But what do I know....?