Its getting to the point where im not even getting hurt by her actions or rejections, I just mutter "****" and move on now.

If she would only spend the time trying to see and meet other people, on me, she would have exactly what she is looking for.

I lay awake waiting, hoping to have another chance or a sign or something...

God damns if I do, and **** if I dont.
******* and Netflix keep me company now a days, I wish I wasnt so ****** pitiful, where people feel sorry for me, so they hangout. I used to matter. I used to be somebody else.

Loneliness wont leave me alone.