Th worst part of every night. Do you really have t take into account th fact that you could see pass a person's imperfections and expect recognition for that? Don't we all do that when we love. Its not even something worth mentioning unless you were looking for someone perfect all along. We all hurt in love, there's no doubt. But when you continuously and deliberately hurt, you should probably go fuck yourself. I may be writing this is anger, but i've never been more sure than now about th things i say or am about t. Because what's th point of holding on ? I don't fuckin' get it at all. I've never felt more violated over my emotions before. It's always about me, but subconsciously, it has always been about your opinions that mattered more. So why th fuck am i around? You don't need advice from me, for anything because you probably know it all better than i do, so it seems.
Honestly, my mind is so fuckin' messed up i don't even know where t fuckin' begin. You said you'd be there but really, you almost always never were. And right now, i don't even wanna bother organizing my thoughts. Because right now, it is all about me. Indeed. Im making it through this whether you're gonna be here or not but either way i don't really care because it seems like you've already made your choice. I hope you're better off without me. I really do.
'11;11 fuck love' - i see how much of my effort has gone t waste right now. We're always blinded by th things we love hey.
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