terça-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2012
Today was so fucked up. I spent the entire day with him and his perfect girlfriend. Yes, she's perfect. She's skinny, she's pretty, she's smart, she sings, she's cute, she's everything. Why do I keep asking why he doesn't love me? It's obvious, isn't it? She's everything I'm not. There's the answer. And I'm tired. I'm tired of this pain. I love him since I know him. That was 4 years ago. 4 years is a lot of time. And I'm tired. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of being her friend, because that's not enough. Not for me. I want more. I want him. I want to kiss his head, touch his ears and tell him "I love you" knowing that he feels the same way. I know that will never happen, but I still can't forget him. He's so perfect. At least for me. Even his flaws are beautiful. I love everything about him, literally, but I'm so tired of this... I really am. I'm tired of pretending I'm fine. I'm tired of pretending I don't love him. I'm tired.