You knew he was never yours. You knew he was going to be a phase. You knew you messed up. You knew you didn’t want to look for trouble yet you did it. You knew all this was bound to happen. You know you’re just another self-consumed egoistic, selfish bastard. You know yourself better than anyone else. You know it’s close to impossible to change all these traits. You tried, it’s not enough. Nobody appreciates anything around here and you jolly well know it too.

Always amazes me how much you can adore someone and be proud of them, not afraid or the least bit shy to share them to the world. And you sit and ponder if they thought of you the same like you meant the universe to them. Would/do they boast about you through everything to anyone possible?

I’m not giving up on you, im giving up on my future hopes and dreams now that i am certain it’s going to be bleek. I know i’m not going to sit here and wait. Wait for you to get both your feet outta the door. I’m not a fucking mannequin or a pet you can choose to leave at home while you get yourself prepped and ready for a fucking walk in the fucking park.


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