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What about me, is the turn off?
What makes me not good enough
for someone like you?
You think highly of yourself.
Your actions about that speak louder than words.
You don't give a damn about
the likes of me.
Why does that hurt me so much?
All it is...is then truth.
The heartbreaking, soul-tearing, tear invoking
truth.
Why can't I handle that?
Oh wait. I know.
And you don't.
You've never taken the time to.
Even when...
when we were best friends.
Was any of that even true?
Or was it all...
I don't even know.
Apparently,
what I saw in you was wrong.
Apparently,
you didn't share my same interest.
Why not?
If only you'd listen.
Maybe you'd hear my pleas of desperation,
crying out,
wanting to be heard.
I feel like I've told you this, but...
does my
FAS
attachment issues
sensory issues
...does any of it ring
even the slightest of bells?
You clearly don't see.
I don't know why I'm bothering.
I've tried for so long
to get you to listen.
But in leaving me,
maybe you were right.
It's not you,
it's most definitely me.
You've been kind enough to point that out.
Self-centered, arrogant sonovabitch jerk.
Why...
of all people
did I have to fall for you?
The one who doesn't care
and probably never did?
The one who's reputation and ego
matters more than I ever did.
It hurts.
Maybe if, for one moment,
you'd look at me
for real
instead of through me,
and if you'd listen to me,
instead of pretending to,
you'd see.
See that I've always cared,
always been there,
always been willing
to give you that second chance
that you don't deserve.
Why am I crying over this?
Everyone tells me you're just a boy.
Just a self-centered asshole.
Sad part is I know that.
I've come to that conclusion
not too long ago.
You're holding me back.
Or rather,
The memory of you is.
Seeing you everyday is.
Having to watch you ignore me is.
Is all ripping me to shreds
and preventing me from moving on
when I know I need to.
This shouldn't hurt.
This shouldn't feel like this.
Tears of bittersweet feelings
are spilling down my face.
Are you happy with this?
What makes me not good enough
for someone like you?
You think highly of yourself.
Your actions about that speak louder than words.
You don't give a damn about
the likes of me.
Why does that hurt me so much?
All it is...is then truth.
The heartbreaking, soul-tearing, tear invoking
truth.
Why can't I handle that?
Oh wait. I know.
And you don't.
You've never taken the time to.
Even when...
when we were best friends.
Was any of that even true?
Or was it all...
I don't even know.
Apparently,
what I saw in you was wrong.
Apparently,
you didn't share my same interest.
Why not?
If only you'd listen.
Maybe you'd hear my pleas of desperation,
crying out,
wanting to be heard.
I feel like I've told you this, but...
does my
FAS
attachment issues
sensory issues
...does any of it ring
even the slightest of bells?
You clearly don't see.
I don't know why I'm bothering.
I've tried for so long
to get you to listen.
But in leaving me,
maybe you were right.
It's not you,
it's most definitely me.
You've been kind enough to point that out.
Self-centered, arrogant sonovabitch jerk.
Why...
of all people
did I have to fall for you?
The one who doesn't care
and probably never did?
The one who's reputation and ego
matters more than I ever did.
It hurts.
Maybe if, for one moment,
you'd look at me
for real
instead of through me,
and if you'd listen to me,
instead of pretending to,
you'd see.
See that I've always cared,
always been there,
always been willing
to give you that second chance
that you don't deserve.
Why am I crying over this?
Everyone tells me you're just a boy.
Just a self-centered asshole.
Sad part is I know that.
I've come to that conclusion
not too long ago.
You're holding me back.
Or rather,
The memory of you is.
Seeing you everyday is.
Having to watch you ignore me is.
Is all ripping me to shreds
and preventing me from moving on
when I know I need to.
This shouldn't hurt.
This shouldn't feel like this.
Tears of bittersweet feelings
are spilling down my face.
Are you happy with this?
Someone...please make it stop.
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Comments37
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Aww... I wish I could comfort you more, but in truth, I have no idea what to say. I've never been through this before, and I can only imagine what you felt. 