Tonight you looked me in the eyes and terrified me.
Telling me this is who you were after over two years and I had never even seen this person.
What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
You're trying to scare me away and I'm getting *******. How little can I really be loved? Because this feels utterly minimal.
I'm supposed to take this information and just deal with it or leave...
I'm ******* nothing to you. It's obviously become quite clear. Worthless and useless to you.
I'm ******* alone in a room with you. Not nearly enough.
**** trying to exist, I could ******* **** myself after this.
I am so lost. And you couldn't care any less. I'm glad you're okay. Or that you would be okay without me.
You once told me you wouldn't play mind games.
You made me grow up fast, now you're the one playing. And I can't even compete.
I should just quit. What the **** does it mean for who I am? I am nothing.
Pathetic.
I just wish it was all over for me. Never for you. You'd be fine. Relieved even. I would be dead and gone.
And it'd be worth it to see you better.
******* hell. Whatever.