Does every I love you deserve an I love you too? I do not and cannot understand how you can know someone your entire life and suddenly have them turn against you. I can't understand how they can know all of your secrets and be your favorite person, then suddenly morph into a different person.
When mom died, she wasn't the only person who broke me.
I hate knowing someone, and I hate it when that same someone changes so fast that you can't recognize them the next day. I hate it when people become so mean and terrible that I wish I hadn't know them. I really do hate it.
I hate it that I hate them, but I don't know how else to feel about them.
They change too much for me to like.
I hate it that you can live with someone for your entire life then find out they don't know a single thing about you. I don't understand how it's even possible. How can you live so many years and not know what my favorite book is? Or my favorite writer? Or my goals and dreams? Or my favorite word? Or understand any of my quirks? Or know what makes me cry? Or know when I feel uncomfortable? How can you be such a brat?
I get it. You've had a hard life, and you have your insecurities. But guess what. I have mine too.
And you of all people should know that. You should know what my insecurities are. You should know that I hate dirty clothes. You should know that I hate stubbing my toes on laundry baskets. You should know I hate politics. You should know I hate it when you talk about politics. You should know that I hate it when you talk in that giggly fake voice. You should know when I'm feeling left out. You should know that you hurt my feelings all the time. BUT YOU DON'T.
YOU ARE READING
Break me
ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
