And again

Didn’t even have the balls to talk to me face-to-face.

He puts it all on me like it was my choice. Like I wanted it this way.

He said he loved me. He does not love me.

What a fucking liar. I don’t know why I thought he was different. I need to go get my fucking head scanned. Maybe it’s a tumor I can slice out so I never have to feel like this again.

Cast aside, full of questions, confused, angry.

I wish I didn’t mean it when I told him I love him.

Fuck me for letting him in. Fuck my brain for thinking about him. Fuck my heart. Fuck my traitorous body for missing his touch.

He don’t give a shit about me

About me

I am great.
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