I’m tired of waiting for you to come after me. I’m tired of forgiving when I shouldn’t. I’m tired of giving my everything to you and not getting that back. I can’t keep wondering how you feel. You say you’ll change, do better, whatever it takes to make us work. But as much as you say those things, as much as I want to believe you, I know you won’t change, you won’t do better, because you know I will always forgive you. You know I will still be there, always the hurt one. I’m tired of getting disappointed, not just by you but disappointed with myself.