You know what, fuck you.
You put me through so much crap and all I wanted was one fucking night where we could be alone and hang out… be like how it used to be. but no… you forgot about me… again… I don’t know why the fuck I put up with it…
I know that I’m just going to go right back to you because God forbid I walk away from you forever and I find out you did something stupid that hurt everyone around you.
I kinda wish that you cared about me enough to let me walk away without that guilt, but you don’t… you probably never will…
“You’re amazing” “I’m so glad that you’re in my life” “You’re my best girl”
You say these things so often I don’t even believe them anymore.
I care about you so much it makes my heart hurt thinking about walking away from you one day. It will happen… one day… when I don’t care about you so much.