And I got tired of it. Of making you feel loved and cared for. For always being there for you. Because I didn't want you to feel alone and lonely. But you never appreciated me. You never saw me as anything. You never saw me as your best friend. It was just always about you, your feelings and yours alone. You never really cared about me. You said you love me. No. As day passes by, I know you really don't. And it hurts. You never did. The pain courses through my veins. All the places I went with you, things I explored and experienced with you. Wherever I look, it's you I see, our memories. And it kills me. It kills me that you are a fucking coward. A liar. A traitor. That all those things you did that I thought you did out of kindness, or, or because you love me, were all lies. You did it for yourself. To satisfy yourself. Whatever shit you are longing for. You're a fucking chameleon.
