You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
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You’re mean because of your tone. I read your texts in your voice. I know what it would sound like if you were talking to me.
I wish you would understand me for once. You don’t even know what I’ve been through. You still make me feel like I’m not as special to you as you are to me. I’ve gone through ALOT of shit. And you just don’t care. And you don’t get it. You’ll never actually get it. I can explain it in the simplest way and you still won’t get it. You’re a kid. Taking things for granted. Expecting this and that. Wanting this and that. Needing comfort and support. I’m always here for you and I’m ALWAYS making you feel better. But what can you do for me? I feel like your mother. I’ve changed for you in so many ways. You never really appreciate anything I do for you. Honestly, you don’t. You ask me all the time why I’m with you and the answer is always the same. I look at the good in you NOT the bad. Obviously. I’m your second priority. That’s good and bad. Good, cause you have school, and your family to worry about. Bad, cause you never seem to succeed to make me content in being with you. I said I’m gonna be here for you always but when are you gonna be here for me? I really just don’t know anymore. Oh and I really hate when you never fail to make me jealous and insecure. Thanks for that man. Stop treating life like a movie for once. Life isn’t dramatic 24/7. When I push you away that doesn’t mean cool, I don’t have to do anything or worry and shit. It means to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. I’m not a fucking toy. I’m not your fucking mother. I’m not your fucking guy friend. I don’t even know what I am to you anymore. Whatever. At least I have tumblr.
I really don’t know why but you ALWAYS manage to annoy me. Whether it’s a little post, a little gesture, or you being an asshole. I just want to stop. To stop feeling like this! I’m trying to changeeeeeeeeeee but it’s hard. But it’s okay right? We’re just human after all. Maybe there’s some things I just can’t change about my personality. That sucks. It’s like a love, hate relationship. UGH. Can you please stop backfiring on me? I’m trying to change but like it’s hard when you annoy me. I wonder if you’re gonna see this.
No wonder all your ex’s broke up with you. Fucking bitch
Of course you wouldn’t even defend me from your own friends. You don’t care if they made me cry or not. That’s okay… I mean it’s not like I have feelings or anything. This the reason why I miss Franklin. It was drama free. And the drama I had was laughable. With you it’s drama that makes me cry. I always have to run after you when you feel like running away. I always have to calm you down. Make you happy. Always be happy for you or else you get completely butthurt over me being sad. You can’t even make me feel better…its like the only thing that matters is your feelings. And you can’t even return the favor. You’re like a child. I’m the mother. Not a girlfriend…. *sigh I can’t even rant about my feelings without you crying and whining and acting like a brat. I let you rant ALL THE TIME. I don’t say anything. I just comfort you. Ugh omigoodness. Stop being so bipolar. Stop exaggerating. Stop going over board. Stop being so dramatic. Ugh. It’s not fair. You’re not fair… And you don’t protect me. You just let anyone do anything with me. Even if it’s sexually harassing me. Ugh. At times like this I really hate you. Ughhhsksosiwhdmcjcudkdndjdidnxndkdndnfndjdjdkoejfucudbdkslsjd freak you.
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