Congrats, so you got to make another incision and made my heart bleed out whatever fluids of love were left. I guess that is what we do. The rules were established, you hurt me and I get hurt by you. I never had the nerve to follow though with the role reversal, because you know; fluids.
This is just a record. A record that I was scorn and hurt. Though clearly they do not matter to you, but my feelings matter. If you disagree, you have downright horrific way of showing me otherwise.
Do you think it is fair to me to have to have to second guess you all the time? What part comes next? The one were you will try to make me feel like the a*****e . Every time. I am not the picture you are trying to paint. Clearly your b***h a** needs to start claiming responsibility for yourself. It is very ******** cunty for you to do this to me again. This heartless way. Have you no shame? Are you stupid? Are you in fact a shameless stupid turd wrapped in a shinny packaging? Here is your gotcha, your way out, your how I said it not what I said.
It is hard to be nice when you just see yourself being taken for granted, when you are mistreated, when your needs are made to feel unimportant.. when you are made to feel unimportant; insignificant. When you are made to believe that you are not worth trying for, that you are not worth it, yet in the back of your mind you refuse to accept it, because it is not just, it is not fair. You tried and there is no favor for your favor, they did not try. Your heart breaks when you thought it could not; at least not again, and there are tears lingering in the corners of your eyes, and you swallow your shame; it is hard to be nice when you are a doormat and this is the reality you live in.
· Fri Dec 12, 2014 @ 03:28am · 2 Comments