I look back at those words and wonder if they meant anything, and convince myself they weren't ever written for me anyway.
It's not very hard to do that anyway because of the words later spoken that overshadow and contradict the previous ones.
I have always been in denial, despite the opinions of others, that they were ever there for me.
But after accepting that it's a possibilty, I wonder even more so how you could say such lovely things, then turn around and **** me.
I hope you can write that sweetly again one day and mean it.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
I look back at those words and wonder if they meant anything, and convince myself they weren't ever written for me anyway.
It's not very hard to do that anyway because of the words later spoken that overshadow and contradict the previous ones.
I have always been in denial, despite the opinions of others, that they were ever there for me.
But after accepting that it's a possibilty, I wonder even more so how you could say such lovely things, then turn around and **** me.
I hope you can write that sweetly again one day and mean it.
EDIT: In the last line, I did not mean about me.
**** that, I don't want em.
But I want you to be nice to others again.
ya know?
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