Fuck You. I give up.

I give up! What’s the fucking point?!

I love it. People say things just to shut you up, or so that you temporarily don’t feel bad. If you don’t want to be my friend, if you don’t want to talk to me, if I mean nothing to you, then have the fucking balls to tell me. Don’t lead me on, pretending like you fucking care.

After I tried killing myself (unsuccessfully) it was “Oh, I love you!” “Oh you know you can talk to me any time”

No you don’t. No I can’t.

I try, but you blow me off every fucking time we make any fucking kind o plans. You don’t even put in the effort to make up an excuse. You just don’t call, don’t text, don’t show up.


Why tell me you care, just to make me feel like shit?

It makes me sick that I love you. 

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