This isn’t the type of blog for what I’m gonna rant about but I have no other place to write it…
You’re supposed to be my best friend and I ask you to do me a favor and you agree to do it then the night before you say you don’t feel like it. WELL THANKS. I’ve never taken the train by myself before, you’re taking the train too. It’s not like you’re going out of your way…you just have to leave earlier. I’ve always been the one to give more to you. I give you homework when you want it, my old work, or anything else you ask for. When I ask you for the same, you somehow forget and I have to ask ten times or you say “do it yourself.” The same thing goes when I ask you for a ride somewhere. My dad NEVER asked you for gas money the times he drove you home when you live 30 minutes away from me and he insisted on giving you a ride. We couldn’t afford gas. Now that we don’t have a car and I can’t get to your house and you have to pick me up, you have the balls to ask for gas money when you’re bragging about get a shore house. Get out of my face. You’re not getting a penny out of me.
Don’t ask me for shit ever again because you act like I’m fucking asking for an organ or a million dollars when I ask for a favor.
I wish I had gotten to experience your love before the boy I had talked to before I met you fucked me up. I love too much and too quickly. I give in when I shouldn’t. And that’s okay in our relationship but I’m so insecure sometimes that you’re gonna leave me out of the blue.
Why didn’t I meet you six months sooner? I was so much happier and better. I hate that you get me like this. I’m broken.
You don’t understand how much love I have for you. And how happy you make me or that my happiness depends on your happiness. You don’t understand how much it saddens me when you say you’ll text or call me then don’t or say “love ya” instead of “I love you.” Sometimes I feel like you don’t love me as much as you say you do but then I look into your eyes when you’re telling me how much you care about me and I can see that you mean it. I just wish you showed it more often than you do.