I wish you'd talk to me. Maybe then I could see youre not the same, neither am i, and move forward, finally.
Thanks for understanding and listening, regardless of what I do, who I take from you, and not telling me to fuck off when I come back to you and complain about it.
I wish I could understand you and why you blew me off, multiple times, and why I was so gullible.
I don't want a relationship either, but I like being with you and still feel rejected and quite possibly replaced. I like how things were. I wish I knew how to talk to you.
You have bad taste in music.
I've read everything and am not mad at all. Makes me ponder how little honesty there is in relationships in the world, ever, but who am i to judge? I still think you are great.
I always hated your vague, emo, melodramatic ramblings. Uh-oh.
I wish you'd call me once in awhile. I guess you are the epitome of living in the past though.
Thanks for calling me once in awhile, even if it is to insult my government.
I hate when you try to show me how cool you are, I already think the world of you. Even if you never try hard enough.