i shouldn’t care at all, but it’s shitty that i mean so little to you that i can’t even be the only one on your mind when i’m with you. there’s a difference feeling like you’re something and feeling like you’re nothing. don’t fucking disrespect me.
it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
you cared. you were there when no one else was. you did more for me than most do. you let me in.
yet all i did was lie and cheat and hurt you knowingly. tear your heart right out of you when you least expected it for some stupid guy who only wants to choke me when he can’t get hard enough to fuck me.
and now, when it’s late and i’m laying alone in my room trying to sleep but can’t, all i want is for your arms to be around me. here with me.