The sad part is I think you actually know what you’re doing to me. I’m fucking dying on the inside. You continue to lead me on when you know I have feelings for you. You treat me like shit. You treat me like I mean nothing to you. Do you have any fucking idea what the hell you put me through? But I still continue to reply to your texts, put up with your bullshit, and hope that maybe this time when you talk to me, it’ll be different. But deep down I know things will never work and admitting that absolutely kills me. I just wish you cared. That’s all I want. I want you to care because if you did you wouldn’t be putting me through all of this.
