Describe a person that means a lot to you WITHOUT telling me who the person is.
Always there for me. (:
Promises are meant to be broken.
It’s been awhile since we texted. Apparently I just found out you get fucked from every message we text. Once again, why the fuck did I fall for your promises once again? You lied, I’m not shocked. Never ever will be. Don’t bother even talking to me, I’ll never admit anything I had with you. We will never start over or ever have any communication.
You were the one that thought me to not allow my friends from reading my message. If you really want to talk to me, you’ll delete my messages and only talk to me at night. But no, obvious enough I’m nothing to you. I don’t even mean anything to you. I’m just some stupid annoying blonde bitch that fall for a fucking trap you created. You want to forget me, so be it, I’ll give you back everything you gave me. Nothing happened between us, it’ll all once again be yours. I won’t own it anymore.
Every morning, I wake up, waiting for a text from you. I guess you won’t even secretly write one for me anymore. If I’ve ever mean anything to you, you’ll do something. You might think you’re the victim, it hurts being you, FUCK YOU, nothing of you hurts. NOT A FUCKING THING. WHATEVER YOU SAY, ARE LIES. PURE LIES. You’ve never said anything true before. Now I know, I’ll never trust you, EVER.
I thought you were perfect, everything we had was the best, but no, I was wrong, way wrong. I never should have trusted you, thinking that you were the right one. You’ll NEVER be the right one. You told me trust is a big word, in a relationship, we must trust. I trusted you with my all, and all you did was betray.
I wished, hoped, prayed that you’ll be back. No, not anymore, all I wish, hope and pray now is you to get stabbed physically and mentally. And never appear in my eyes, or my fucking mind. You better not appear in my life ever again. Techinically you, as a fucking human being don’t exist, not in my fucking world. You’ll be a stranger, a ghost, anything that I’ll never talk to.
I’ll never listen to your advice, never put you first in line, never think about you, never pick up your calls, never react to you, never have you in my life anymore!
YOU WILL NEVER LOVE AGAIN.
If you want to know pain, come be with me, for another year, and we’ll see who have the last laugh bitch.
Never fucking compare my pain and yours. DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE
Reblog if you wish cancer didn’t exist.
Only a sick bastard wouldn’t reblog this.
(Source: situati0ns, via chaishean)
