Wednesday, October 14, 2009
142. @ 11:58 pm
I don't understand you
at all. You've caused me so much misery that I don't even know if you appreciate me as a friend.
Just for your information, I'm not your toy to be thrown around whenever you feel like it. I don't want to be someone whom you run back to whenever you don't have anyone beside you.
You pick me up and slam me down so often I think that I'm actually used to it. I don't know if I can trust you anymore because you make me feel this way all the time. I'm always so nervous and uncomfortable around you and I don't think a friendship's supposed to sound so horrid.
I don't want to be someone who's easily taken advantage of, especially not by you.
You probably won't even know that I'm talking about you because I don't want you to. I'd rather you find out why you're so insecure all the time by yourself because it would be a pity if you didn't already realise the reason by now.
Just so you know, I have better friends who actually don't disappoint me as frequently as you do.