Why is it that every time we do anything, you get to decide. It’s always your decision. When I’m upset you barely notice, when I’m sick you don’t notice. You act so strange. You say such hurtful things. You see nothing, and although you may try, you only care about yourself. People ask me why I’m doing this, I always tell them to F off. Now, I ask myself. Why are you putting yourself through this? You deserve better.
I’m so in love; but, I still can’t help but wonder about you.