You can't tell me what to do, not anymore, so don't tell me to stop. I'm so sick of your elitist attitude, You always seem to try to make me feel smaller than myself, belittling me for not knowing something as trifle as "the eyebrow thing"
Maybe I'm a bit more angry because my mom is back in the hospital again,and she might not have more than the rest of this year, and maybe I'm just angry because she's supposed to be my friend yet you never initiate a conversation with me, you don't want to be my friend you just don't want to hurt my feelings.
I think you just used me when you felt attracted to me, I was always there for you when no one else was there, You told me how I made you feel complete ,how you,how you felt like you used to feel because of me,you said all those things to me, but then you left me again to be by yourself, only to find that same thing with someone else not even a month later.
You know how much that makes me feel like I'm not good enough? like I was a waste of time for you, a mistake, something to get over your ex, I was there to take all your anger, all your resentment, all of it. I'm just an after thought to you, not even mentioned in the same light as your ex or this new one, only thing you ever wrote about me on your blog was how you were confused as to what to do with me.
I don't doubt you loved me, I just don't know if that love was just out of necessity of not wanting to be alone, I know I love you unconditionally its why I hold out hope for so long, why I do all of this, all of it, but its never enough, you never gave us a chance ever, you always got scared always.
Whatever though, I don't know anymore I tried last night to just lose myself in someone else, but all I did was talk about this. Whatever I'm tired, this hurts, and it makes me angry and it makes me cry,and I feel like how I feel is a one way road, that no one else has wants to drive on, it was just a wrong turn, and now they've found their way back to their own highway, as if this one way was never even there.......
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