I want to scream. I want to scream and cry and yell your name. I miss you and I hate it. I shouldn't miss you. You didn't care enough to fight for me. Or even try...
You moved on without a second glance.
And I acted like it was ok. You say you still need me, but you obviously don't.
You made me care. Fuck, I thought I actually loved you...
I cried for you. I smiled for you. I went from day to day for you. No matter how hard it got, I didn't give up for you.
But I mean, that's only a one way street right? I mean you think you can try to end it. And you can just walk away. Well fine. But that means I make my own choices too.
You don't get to decide how much I eat. Or how little I weigh. Or how often I cut. Or how long I decide to live.
No. That's up to me now.
...you should have never told me you loved me. Because you don't know how much I wish you really did...
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Broken Thoughts of a Broken Girl
RandomThese are my personal thoughts and feelings. A literal translation of my thoughts into words. This is for me not you. This is a way to let myself see what I'm thinking and feeling. Ifnypu don't like this, don't read it. It is that simple.
