I'm tired. I'm tired and sick. Sick and tired.
I'm wondering how long it will take for me to pick my sad and sorry ass off the ground, and get back to being alive again.
To be honest, I'm not sure why I do this to myself. It's not worth hurting over, and I've already said my piece four or five times now.
I'm getting tired of saying it. My mind hasn't changed a bit, other than to know now that I can't take the insanity that comes with this.
Give it a rest. I've heard about the trash talk, I've seen the drama, and I've seen you pull down so many people into the pile of shit we're both wallowing in that it's making me sick.
"Tell me you don't love me anymore so I can get over you."
I don't love you anymore.
"Then you never did."
So I guess I fell into lust for 7 MONTHS. Yeah. Even when I'm saving myself for marriage, even when we promised ourselves we weren't going to do anything like that. Wow, I'm sure you knew me so well. Or was it you just jabbing at me to make a point?
Leave me alone. I'm weighed down enough as it is.