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.