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you broke me, my love. im tired and im in pain and its your fault. im angry, but its not the typical rage i feel. this is calm and worn out anger. this is disappointment and exhaustion and frustration.
i put my trust in you, i wanted to give you everything i ever had, and yet it wasnt enough. would i ever have been enough? will i ever be enough?
i promised myself to you. you promised yourself to me and yet you couldnt find a way to keep that promise. why do you desperately need to break your promises?
ive not touched another person. the only reason i was ever tempted to was because i thought maybe if i hurt you the way you hurt me, youd finally understand how i feel, youd finally shape up. but i never did, because i respected you.
"ill do better." over and over again. empty promises and lies to sooth me just so you can go behind my back again.
i heard a quote about healthy relationships. "What's important to you is important to them"
why wasnt it important to you? why wasnt loyalty important to you? thats all i needed, luv. thats all i ever needed.
i put in the effort to try to change for you, why couldnt you have the same respect for me.
why couldnt you have any respect for me.
i never wanted to leave, luv. this was hard for me too.
but you forced my hand.
i cant do this anymore. i cant put up with the lies and the false promises anymore.
i dedicated myself to you. i wrote a fucking song for you and everything.
did none of it matter? do i not fucking matter?
i hope you hurt worse than i do. i hope this is a wake up call. i hope you pull your fucking head out of your arse and make something of yourself other than a mistake.
you still have time. its not too late. please just fix yourself, if not for me, than for you.
im tired. im so, so very tired. this was the last straw.
i hope you fix yourself so we can be together again, i really do. i dont want to leave you forever, but i will if you dont change. i couldnt go on like that.
i can never go on like that again. you dont know how badly it hurts me.
or maybe you do know and you just refuse to care.
in my own fucking bedroom, luv.
you fed me the aftermath of your fucking affair without telling me.
you betrayed me.
im so tired. im so, so tired.
im.so fucking tired.










