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I just find myself being so drained every single time i have to explain the A to Z's of why i feel the way i do, every single time you get frustrated and snap because i don't feel like talking - being put off with the things you said and especially with the excuse you put up was one thing and then you said " this morning " and i waited through the night but i should've just known that you'd have forgotten So i think you can forget about the explanation, in your mail or otherwise and i can say, forget it - that maybe you will never understand. you think it's about 'how come he got so much and i get so little' but you don't know that it's not about what you've given and especially not when i do appreciate everything you've given.done.bought.baked. but you just don't know what it is that i've been needing all along. You can tell them my words stab, and me that you're afraid whenever i get the moods but then you never realize how i can never truly talk to you, to tell you what needs fixing, or what i feel should be done you say i'm not being understanding enough, well i wonder who else you'd know that'd let you go through with what you've done if you think you're frustrated, feeling helpless and just listless about what to do then maybe you should step over to the other side of the mirror if you think, i'm not worth it - or that you just give up then don't worry - you wouldn't be the only one. you just don't get me don't call, and don't message because it's expensive maybe by the time you're back i would've burnt out emotionally, like i always do or maybe i wouldn't even be the same again sorry _ spoken. at 11:43 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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