It's 5am... and I find myself here again.
How can you say I have to be your friend and choose your happiness over mine? How is that fair? How is that not cruel? Or mean? Or you not manipulating me?
I'm done. I can't. I can't fight anymore. I'm going to lose you forever, but I can't keep finding myself at 5am in the morning, crying my eyes out, because of you. You have a way of being cruel, insensitive, and mean... while at the same time making me feel guilty for trying to protect myself, and from trying to survive this.
I deserve better. I deserve respect. I deserve a friend that takes into consideration my happiness as well as their own.
It doesn't matter how drunk you were tonight, if you were really my friend, and love me how you say you do, I wouldn't find myself again crying my eyes out at 5am, because of you.
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I just hope I have the strength and courage I need tomorrow in order to tell you all this. And that these written words don't become lost to the wind...
I'm done. I can't. I can't fight anymore. I'm going to lose you forever, but I can't keep finding myself at 5am in the morning, crying my eyes out, because of you. You have a way of being cruel, insensitive, and mean... while at the same time making me feel guilty for trying to protect myself, and from trying to survive this.
I deserve better. I deserve respect. I deserve a friend that takes into consideration my happiness as well as their own.
It doesn't matter how drunk you were tonight, if you were really my friend, and love me how you say you do, I wouldn't find myself again crying my eyes out at 5am, because of you.
...
I just hope I have the strength and courage I need tomorrow in order to tell you all this. And that these written words don't become lost to the wind...