I admit that I'm sarcastic but I'll never be sarcastic all the time if it was with anyone else. I'm just sarcastic when I'm talking to you. It's obvious that you'll be as sarcastic as I would.

And it isn't a suprise that I'll be the one who loses because getting easily ticked off is just a part of me. But what was a suprise is how you could still be so self-centered even when I've broken down my walls.

You didn't bother to even say a simple "sorry" for the week or text me saying it was your fault. I know I might take the sarsacm a bit too much but I was just hiding what I truly feel.

I get it, from the way I treat you, that's how you return the favor. I don't mind having a battle of sarcasm with you because in the end of the day, I'll always remember the things you've said about me.

But remembering our recent conversations, you're just, well not the usual you. My sarcasm was replied with half-hearted replies. My sarcasm being backfired towards myself. I hope you see that my sarcasm is to get us talking again like how we used to, you ignorant ass.