I don't understand men.
So-he doesn't wanna love me.
He doesn't wanna talk to me half of the time-he's too "busy".
I'm not even going to exist once Martha comes home.
So why the fuck does he get upset and act like he cares when he finds me drunk and smoking?
It's his fucking fault that I smoke-it syops the tears from coming.
And I felt like getting drunk-and I still have more alcohol left at Ryan's place that I might drink tonight.
I don't get this shit.
He can hang the phone up on me when I'm crying, but when I tell him that I don't think we should see each other-then he knows that I'm drunk and he feels the need to see me.
And take me away from my friends for a few hours
and talk my ear off about how that shit ain't good for me
and then I am too tired to go back to the party by the time he shuts up.
And I know I'm not going to get anywhere in life by just smoking and drinking-but it makes me feel better than he does.
When I see him I just get sad.
I only wanna be with him and kiss him,
but I can't
Cuz that doesn't exist for us anymore.
I miss being loved.
I hate that I'm wasting my love on somebody that dosen't love me.
I'm going to go buy another fucking pack of cigarettes.
Ass Hole.
He took my fucking cigarettes.
There was like 12 left.
He wasted my money even more now.
Can anybody tell me what is the secret to men?
Or is it that this man is just different than the rest?
Is that what drew me towards him?
I hate this shit.
My eye is twitching from no sleep.
It's all his fault.
He doesn't wanna talk to me half of the time-he's too "busy".
I'm not even going to exist once Martha comes home.
So why the fuck does he get upset and act like he cares when he finds me drunk and smoking?
It's his fucking fault that I smoke-it syops the tears from coming.
And I felt like getting drunk-and I still have more alcohol left at Ryan's place that I might drink tonight.
I don't get this shit.
He can hang the phone up on me when I'm crying, but when I tell him that I don't think we should see each other-then he knows that I'm drunk and he feels the need to see me.
And take me away from my friends for a few hours
and talk my ear off about how that shit ain't good for me
and then I am too tired to go back to the party by the time he shuts up.
And I know I'm not going to get anywhere in life by just smoking and drinking-but it makes me feel better than he does.
When I see him I just get sad.
I only wanna be with him and kiss him,
but I can't
Cuz that doesn't exist for us anymore.
I miss being loved.
I hate that I'm wasting my love on somebody that dosen't love me.
I'm going to go buy another fucking pack of cigarettes.
Ass Hole.
He took my fucking cigarettes.
There was like 12 left.
He wasted my money even more now.
Can anybody tell me what is the secret to men?
Or is it that this man is just different than the rest?
Is that what drew me towards him?
I hate this shit.
My eye is twitching from no sleep.
It's all his fault.