I miss you. I just want you to see me as all that I can be. I can be anything and everything you want. I can be exactly that woman. I can keep my mouth shut and never complain another day in my life if you just took me back. Why now all do the sudden do you care about everything just when you’re suddenly not with me? I wasn’t holding you back. I grew up and you left me for that, and now you’re realizing what that means. I still miss you. My selfishness is justified; it cannot top yours even if it tried. I hope you hate the gift I give you. I hope it haunts you. I hope it shows through as a token that I cared too much about you, and you cared not enough to late. I hope it shows you not that I’m hurting, but that I can be both sorry and upset at the same time. That maybe, just maybe, for once in the world, I’m not the monster you can pin all your problems on.
I tried. I’m still trying, in vain. You’re doing exactly what he did to me. You always said you would be different, and you didn’t like hearing about him because you hated the similarities. Then maybe don’t be like him. Don’t be like all of them. They all run away. They all abandoned me. It hurts. It hurts so much. And you don’t care, you never cared.
You made me feel so loved when you offered to leave the party with me, but you hurt me so much when we went inside and abandoned me for hours.
You always moved away when I got close. In class, in public, when we were together.
Why do I want you? I never wanted anyone else like this when they left. Never wanted anyone like this when I left.
What’s the point? If everything I have ever said that isn’t b******* elicits either nothing or aggression from you?
Why do you hate me so much?
You’re just like him. You don’t want to feel guilty for shopping around.
I love you. I. Love. You. I love you. 143 like always. I gave you everything I had. I gave you everything because I knew you deserved it. I can’t have any of it back and that hurts more than anything because you would never know what that feels like. Im still bleeding because of you. Every time I talked about you everyone told me to break up with you.
Stop being upset with me for calling you out when you’re being a d***. You’re hurting. We all are. That doesn’t make it right.
You can do whatever you want, but I hope you grow up one day and get a conscious. I never wanted to hurt you. I’d do anything to make you feel loved. I hold you that. I tried as best as I could.
Let’s play discord poker again sometime. I miss that the most.