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maybe, alyssa, maybe .

By September 17, 2025September 27th, 2025No Comments2 min read

it’s 3am i must be lonely:

what you doing, alyssa?
sleeping. why are you calling?
why not?
because you called me two days ago telling me you hate me.
yes i do hate you. i hate you. i’m just calling to make sure you didn’t make me look bad.
i didn’t. don’t talk to me, i’m hanging up.
no. if you hang up i will make your life a living hell, you know i can.
okay, i’m being threatened and it’s 3:03.
so, yeah, what you doing?
sleeping.
why? i can’t even believe you, i hate you. i mean i should never talk to you again.
then why are you?
i hate you.
okay?
i’m not supposed to talk to you, cause you slapped me in the face.
thank you for forgiving me.
i don’t. i just love you.
thanks.

i love you, i love you, i love you alyssa. but not in the romeo and juliet i want to kill myself way. i just love you.
whatever. goodnight.
don’t go. i want you to come over. but i don’t want you giving me the seductive looks. we can just hang out.
i don’t know what you’re talking about. we can never be just friends. i’m hanging up.
don’t go.
i have to.
i’ll call you back.
yeah call me when you’re sober. and god knows thats not gonna happen.
i love you.
night.

and then someone completely different called 2 minutes later.

alyssa? what are you doing?
well, i guess i was sleeping.
you know, i really hate you. you’re such a dissapointment. thats why i deleted you out of my phone, so i wouldn’t drunk dial you.
i’m sorry?
you always let me down. it’s my birthday today.
oh happy birthday.
no you don’t get to say that now. you disapoint me. you had all day. you really disapoint me.
sorry?
why do you sound tired?
it’s 3am.
well then, go to sleep. you disapoint me so much.
goodnight, i guess.
________

and the lesson for everyone is that sometimes if you don’t choose wisely who you let your heart love, or who you let your mouth kiss, you might one day be woken up at 3am, by two different people, telling you how much you suck.

somewhere, i mess up. and i disapoint. and it is my fault they drunk dial me, and it is my fault they want to screw me.
and they always end up hating me.

the end.

(May 26, 2008 in Current Events) Or the pre-empter for this song.

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