Guess I'm back at it with the sad writing. I don't want to write about you anymore. My eyes burn. My head hurts. My nose is stuffy. I read something that said I'm losing myself in you while you're finding yourself in places I'm not apart of. And that's true. That's how it feels. I also read something saying don't teach someone how to be with you. That the right one will know exactly what to do and when to do it. I've just become tired of giving my everything to you and you walking off with it. I'm sorry I told you that you don't try. I'm not you. I can't say you don't. But. I don't see it. I don't see how you can know I'm hurting and tell me to get over myself. I tell you I'm hurting you get mad at me. I try to talk to you and you ignore me. It feels like everything and everyone is more important. Because you can't even give me an hour. You can't see me. You can't anything with me. For me. But anyone else you jump right up. You're there. You talk to them. You try. I see you trying with everyone else. And you don't with me. I just don't know. I don't know why I'm not worth the effort for anything. I hope whoever is taking up your time now is nice to you. I hope I can't try my best and succeed at not being a burden to you anymore. I hope I can leave you alone like you want
