**TRIGGER WARNING** MAY MAKE YOU EXTREMELY ANGRY

I only care for a select few people. you are not one of them. I will never tell you this.
I couldn’t care less if you dropped dead. so when you come to me crying about something for attention, know that I have no sympathy for you. no empathy. I think you are weak. but I will never tell you this.

when you text me I physically sigh and roll my eyes. you will no doubt be looking for a shoulder, for what ever reason, you seem to prefer mine. or is it that no one else will give you the time of day? I simply tell you what you want to hear until you feel I’ve satisfactorily fulfilled my role of sympathetic ear and the conversation teeters out. but I will never tell you this.

I use words like “sounds like” a lot because I honestly cannot understand the emotional need you seem to have that makes you compelled to share your completely unjustified whining. and it is unjustified. but I will never tell you this.

you keep threatening to commit but you never do. once I told you to wait for me and we could do it together. I could watch you end your life while I smoke a cigarette and not even flinch. when I got there you chickened out. I didn’t mention it and neither did you. do you remember? we ended up hanging out for a while until I made my excuses and left disappointed. but I suppose you already know this.

you call me ‘love’ when all I feel for you is anything but. you show me your scars from self harm like they’re a secret and you trust me enough to reveal them. you really shouldn’t have. when all I want to do is snort and smirk derisive and make you push down harder. but I will never tell you this.

its just keeping up appearances. that’s all it is. that’s all you are to me and I will never tell you this.