I’m honestly tired.
I’m so sick of this cat and mouse game that you’re fucking plaing with me. I have been through HELL and back for you. So prove to you what I’m made of, to keep you around, to make you fucking love me. And I get nothing in return. Two fucking years of this. What did I do to make you do this to me? Did I ask for too much from you? Did I not give enough for you? I’m not frickin perfect. I don’t have the most fit body. My hair isn’t flawless, and my skin has imperfections. I get mad at stupid things sometimes. And I am emotionally distressed half of the time. But god damn, I fucking try my hardest to make you happy. What do I get in return? I get ditched. I get lied to, and I get anxiety and trust issues. You think that you can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll always just be there whenever you want me. FUCK THAT. If you won’t fucking treat me right, I WILL find someone who DOES.
I’m just done trying.
I don’t have a bestfriend. I’m cool with that. Hell, I really only have like two friends, which I never see. And I could be cool with that, if it wasn’t for the fact that I have all of these people saying “I’m their friend”, alright, then where the fuck are you? I fucking drop everything for everyone else, and I get NOTHING in return. Fuck, I’d be cool with THAT if it wasn’t for the fact that the minute I try to do something for myself, I’m a “dumb bitch” FUCK YOU WORLD. I’M SO FUCKING TIRED OF YOU\
Artist: The Merseys
I’m so fucking lonely.
I’m so tired of this life I live.
you were right when you said “It’s not you, it’s me”
I tried my best to fix things. I worked my ass off just to prove to you that I could change. and you know what? I DID. what did you do? besides ignoring me while I begged and pleaded for you. you got my hopes up not once, not twice, but FOUR times. you cannot tell someone that you want to move in with them, and that you love them. and then tell them no. you can’t kiss someone and tell them you love them, and then the next day say no. YOU DON’T TELL SOMEONE YOU ARE WILLING TO WORK ON THINGS TO GET IN THEIR PANTS ONE LAST FUCKING TIME, and then break up with them two days before their birthday VIA TEXT. I’m not even sad anymore. I did everything I was supposed to. and I deserve better than what you did to me. I made mistakes in our relationship. I honest to god realize this. but I changed all of that, and made myself better. you changed too, but I guess for the worst. I want to cry so badly, but I can’t. because right now, you’re not worth it. I love you, and if you ever want to work things out, get a hold of me after you grow up a bit. if not, then these last two years have given me some of the best memories that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But hopefully I can look back and grow from this. the next man in my life will appreciate all that I will do for him. and I’m excited as hell for that.