If you won’t listen to me, then maybe you’ll read me
It shouldn’t be this hard to be with someone
You make me feel so bad about myself, as a person not aesthetically. Like a trophy, pretty and earned but good for nothing.
I’m not available at the exact moment you need me, so now you don’t want me. I missed my cue, and now I’m thrown out of the show we’ve put on for months. Hope you find a good understudy
I can’t and don’t feel comfortable expressing how I feel, because you get hurt that I’m hurt. You’re angry that I’m angry. You’re upset because you’ve caused my unhappiness from your own thoughtlessness and somehow now I’m the one apologizing. It’s my fault. I’m sorry. You’re right.
You were supposed to be my different. My change. And you are. And you have nothing else to say to me.
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