getting used to it
So you expect me to let everything roll off my shoulders, like it doesn’t even matter?
Like the stupid shit you do doesn’t make me want to murder you?
Like it doesn’t hurt my feelings when you would rather hang out with the guys?
Like when you tell me that you don’t ever want to hurt me, I seriously believe it?
You do so many things that bother me. Is it even worth the hassle anymore? Don’t think so.
I don’t miss you. Nope. I don’t.
Wait, no. That’s a lie.
I miss you.. so. SO much. Please make better decisions so we can actually see each other.
