It’s almost a year and I have more questions then answers. You’ve reached a new low for you with no answering my calls, my texts, even though you promised you would this time.
Why did I ever hope. I don’t matter to you anymore and that’s just damn evident now.
I put so many aspects of my life on hold for you, I wasted so much time, for someone who advocates speaking up, stand up for yourself, but is afraid of words and runs from affection.
You create you’re own hell and all I wanted to fucking do was give you some bright side to it all.
I just wanted to be you’re friend at the very least.