There’s two things in life I fucking hate. They are: Being lied to and being deceived. I really fucking hate it. That also ties into insulting my intelligence too. I fucking hate that. Also, people being in the wrong and have a fucking attitude problem with ME. I really fucking hate that too. Dear memory card. Rot.
Shouts out to the traffic warden giving me the slow wine and droppin it to the floor to the soca I was playin on the way to work!
Missing someone so bad it physically hurts is one thing. Knowing they probably arent feeling the same is something completely different. I spoke harshly before, that would be the anger… but when the love speaks…. it speaks.. I wanted so badly to not just be another ex. I wanted forever so badly. It rips me to shreds that even the ex before me got more respect. The one you claimed you cared for and didnt love like me. The final kiss goodbye. The late night texts and friendship. The one you denied me to to spare their feelings. I got a goodbye text and a broken heart. I admittedly deep down thought you would fight for me a little harder. Just like I did in the past for you. A 3 sentenced email and a Phone call was all I was worth. However my pride will not allow me to hear “I don’t want to be with you… but I still care”. That would mean I am just like the others. Broken and needy. That will never be me. In the beginning I said there was so much of you in this I dont know if there is enough space for me. Guess I was right.
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