It kills me that you don’t think about me.
And I know you don’t.
No calls, facebook, texts…nothing.
Unless you want something, you selfish bastard.
I’m fucking tired of your games and bullshit. But I love you. I put up with so much shit from you because I love you. It’s just how I’ve always been with you. But I can’t do this shit anymore. I can’t sit around and wait for you to realize what you were missing out on because you were so desperate to not be tied down.
Did it ever occur to you that being tied down is not quite the crisis you imagine?! I’m a great girlfriend. You’ve seen it. And I believe on some level, like you’ve said when you’re smashed, you’re crazy about me.
But I can’t and won’t sit around for you anymore and do everything short of wiping your ass for you. I’m petrified of living my life without you. I really am. But my soul and heart have been smashed one too many times for you…by you.