I burned your name in my fireplace
I wrote down your name and birthday and burned it in my fireplace. I can't do this anymore. We are both hurting eachother.
I wrote down your name and birthday and burned it in my fireplace. I can't do this anymore. We are both hurting eachother.
What was the point of any of this? Did you even actually like me as a person? Or was I a conquest for you? I dont know if you're dumb or heartless. I just know whatever you decided to do to me, I would never do to anyone. I can see why you're alone.
I know what we have been doing is wrong. My feelings aren't exactly valid. Because I am the one who gave into your advances when I shouldn't have. I am at fault for being gullible enough and stupid as hell to think this would play out any other way. I am hurt though. Our conversations use to feel fun and effortless. I thought we genuinely were friends and yeah there was an attraction I knew I couldn't act on. Light flirting was just a way to feel something in this shit world. However, since I gave into your advances I'm a second class citizen. It's like your mission was to hurt and humilate me. I will admit I leaned into hard and maybe gave too much. It is only because I actually felt something for the first time in years and wasn't numb. I hate myself for all of this because I should have known better. I give my all to people I care about. I dont want to hurt you and I feel like you've decided to make up games and hurt me.Everytime I say I'm going to walk away and ignore you I get pulled back in. I just miss having fun. All of this feels pathetic to admit.