The sort of thing you can’t fix by just paying for dinner
I’m done. I’m done crying over how shitty you’ve been to me, how you don’t care enough to try and make me happy anymore. I’m done worrying about who you’re with or what you’re doing. I’m done wondering what I’ve done to deserve this. I’m done caring.
Truth is, I haven’t done anything wrong. I’ve given you all that I’ve got and you’ve tossed me away as if I were nothing, came crawling back, and did the same thing over again. I deserve the fucking world. I deserve someone who will listen, respond to a simple text message, put me before other girls, cuddle me in public, and tell me I’m beautiful. I deserve someone who will make me feel valued, wanted. I deserve someone that isn’t terrified of commitment and will make me feel as if I’m the only one. I deserve to be loved and I deserve to hear that I am as much as I want.
And I DON’T deserve to be toyed with by a selfish hypocrite.