acours

I canapos;t believe I let myself go under. I canapos;t believe I let myself kiss you and be kissed by you. I despise you, you butcher feelings. You butcher the meaning of intimacy. You butcher everything associated with a relationship. Sheapos;s always going to be there, I know. Sheapos;s always going to be the one you want. She is always going to be the first choice. Iapos;m sloppy seconds. Fuck me, fuck her. Itapos;s a see-saw of feelings with you. I want so badly to be rid of you, but Iapos;m addicted to the energy that comes with being alone, just us. You have something about you that I see.



Fuck you for bringing me down to your level of playing this game. Fuck myself for making myself think Iapos;m stronger than I am. Fuck myself for being so gdamn nice to you. I dot hings for you, I do for NO ONE else and you canapos;t see the special side. You canapos;t see that I put you on a podium, WAY HIGHER THAN ANYONE ELSE.


Iapos;m sloppy seconds, second helpings.
Iapos;m the ugly girl that never wins homecoming.
Iapos;m the nerd no one picks for their team.

this is the worst day, ever, probably.
acours, acourding, acoura, acour.