You know I never trusted my gut when I should've. And it ended me in bad situations. And sometimes I was wrong about people, but it was always about me thinking they were good and they weren't. With you. My gut tells me you're bad. You're a liar. That you do have all your exes on your social media. That you do have other people. And it's not like I'm crazy to think that. Because every time that's what you do. It's an educated guess so to speak. And it's not like you have any reason not to do those things now. You don't care if you hurt me just like then. You haven't changed. Every time you say you won't do those things because you don't want to. I've never been a reason not to do something. You never care if something hurts me. I just. I know you're lying. And you used to be better at it. You used to lie by saying that i was enough for you. But you've stopped lying about that. Because what's the point in lying about it. So the truth comes out. I just. You don't have any reason to lie to me. You don't want me. And I get you don't want to hurt me. But the truth would hurt less than laying awake thinking about your lies. While you're talking to whoever. While you're pretending to be asleep early and then ignoring me. You know every time I start to get bad again, you disappear. How fucked up is that. You only want to be around when I'm okay. When I'm not you have no problem ignoring me in the middle of a conversation. You're fucked up. The fucking second things start to not be okay you disappear to your other people. Why is that okay. Why do I deserve that.
