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You always think of yourself, don't you?
Even if what you say is true, that I'm not over Sean or Matt or anyone else, wouldn't you try to help me? Or just try to make our relationship work, if you really loved me? You obviously didn't. It was just the same shit everyone spews to try to get into our pants.
I'm glad I didn't beleive you. But somehow, you still managed to fuck things up. I still haven't gotten my peroid, and what the fuck. I didn't even get to do the fun part of it. You did, but there you go again, thinking only of yourself.
'i can't be in a relation like that...too risky...'
If those are your last words to me, THROUGH A TEXT, even though right before you were just at my house, then go die. Go OD on your oxy and your addy and your crack. FUCK, you may be hot and perfect and amazing now, but what about in five years? You'll be begging on the streets for money just to get your fix. You're going to look 95 when you're really 20. And I'll still love you.
I want to help you. So bad. I love you that much. But you don't believe me because I don't show it by fucking you. And I guess, maybe it's my fault too. Because I care so much about what you think of me, and that's why I don't talk to you every time I have a chance, or if I happen to walk by your classrom and see you I don't wave. I don't want to appear as one of those attached, obsessive, stalker girlfriends. But in all truth, I am.
You could at least man up and talk to me yourself. Or reply to my messages. I completely spilled my HEART out to you last night, and you won't reply.
That shows how much I've ever meant to you.
Sam was right. Sam is always right. Why don't I ever listen to Sam :/ He tries to save me before I set myself up for diaster, but I hardly ever listen to him...because I want to prove myself wrong. I want to prove that love exists. I don't want to not believe in it anymore, but I need proof first.
What a coincidence.
So go ahead, run away from your problems, again. Lord knows that's what you always do. Drugs, punching a kid in the head, breaking up with me...ha kay. Bye.
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