I loved you.
But then again things change.
You call me all the time. You have someone else in your life. And you always mention how bad you want me to be a part of that life. I’m me, you’re you. We are not we. Move one, please.
Every time I break my self-esteem I rapidly build it back up.
It is my self-defense unconscious system that basically helps me get through tough times.
I’m confused now.
Do I miss HIM?
Not anymore. I used to. So badly. But things change and so did I.
You’re alone because you want to. You had me, now you have no one.
Even though it’s my birthday, I feel so alone even though many people have congratulated me. I just wanted that special person to call me at least. I’m sorry but a wall post on facebook is just not enough for me. I want more.
I feel like, yes, you’re nice and cute. But. I’m not into dating other people while we are sorta seeing each other. So. Fuck that. And to be completely honest, I’m loosing interest in you.
I feel like you don’t really like me at all. Fuck this shit.
I’m not gonna lie. I envy gay couple. They can go out holding hands easy and just express their love easily. I cannot even think about it.