You don’t need someone like me. You need something less complicated and someone who won’t think twice about ‘fun nights’. Someone who’s just as afraid of commitment as you are. And that someone isn’t like me. That someone is far less worth your time, but worth the pleasure and instant gratification.
You may really like me, but you don’t like me enough to want to see me and talk to me over break.
And the more I see it written, the more I realize that everything you’ve said may not of been true. I’m not that special. I’m not that important in your life. It doesn’t matter how much you say it.
I hate you.
And I love you.
You’ve started such an insatiable hunger to only leave me out to dry. I have to stop seeing you. I have to stop succumbing to what I instantly want.
I’m not that important to you.
I’m not that special to you.
But you’re important to me.
And you’re special to me.
It’s not something you can just say and expect for there to be complete understanding. You’re such a good person. And I know you don’t want to hurt me. But you don’t realize what you’re doing.
But really, at this point, I’ve decided I have bigger balls than you do. I always thought I was the fearful and weak one. But then I realized I wasn’t. I’ve put my heart on the line. The only heart I have. And I haven’t seen much from you.
So go out and find a less than respectable girl to hook up with. I don’t mind. I don’t care. At least I know you’re not destroying anyone else. She’s just as gutless as you are.