I Just Can't

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Haha no sorry. I don't really like to be used. I don't like to hear lies. I just don't like you.

You can't do cute shit and then fuck it all up. No. I don't really think so. I liked you. You were funny. It was nice to talk to you. I smiled.

But thanks for taking that away.

Why can't we be friends. Why does there have to be a problem. All I needed was a friend. So I was your friend.

Like when did I say you were going to be alone forever. That no one would ever like you. That you were unbearable. Because I didn't. And so you call me a bitch.

So you go off to be with people that don't know your name. You abandon me and the rest of your friends. You become obsessed. Trying to be cool well stop.

It messed me up cause I thought of stuff. It was fucking déjà vu. And it sucked cause if I wanted it to happen it just wasn't.

So a few months past and I've forgotten.

But I slip up and a few people know about us. The us that never happened. But they think something happened and can't get over the fact. And even if I tell them what happened they don't understand.

And then I get a text. Great. Wow. Thanks. SIKE.

I get a fucking text. It was just hey. But that conversation lead to feelings that never left I guess. And what am I suppose to do. Reciprocate them. Haha, funny. I wouldn't even let myself because I look out for myself. I care about myself. And I don't want to get hurt.

I just can't.

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