I am not a kleenex
I don't like how friends tell you one thing one second, and act completely differently the next. What the fuck are they playing at?
All those tears I wasted because we had grown apart, thinking it was my fault, my fault for moving away, my fault for wanting to have the time of my life in a place where people welcomed a foreigner with open arms, my fault for leaving everyone behind and not being there when things got tough for them, my fault for not being there for them to lend a helping hand...
The only thing I can blame myself for is for wasting my time on a friendship that meant nothing to you in the end.
I hate that you won't read this, and I hate even more that you don't care... even when you say you do.
Stop lying to me. I know if there is any good I deserve, whatever it is, that it's better than this.
I've always been there, and I always will be, but don't fucking lie to me, or use me only when you want me.
I'm not disposable... to you or anyone.
I'm sick of being so easily manipulated. So easily sucked in, and so easily let go without a second thought.
The only friends that ever really cared for me are an ocean away... and I hate that. Not to mention the fact that I don't fucking have time to even talk to them on the internet anymore.
I'm sorry.
Just promise me that you won't dispose of me the way my "friends" did when I went away for a year.
I couldn't take it if you did it too.
All those tears I wasted because we had grown apart, thinking it was my fault, my fault for moving away, my fault for wanting to have the time of my life in a place where people welcomed a foreigner with open arms, my fault for leaving everyone behind and not being there when things got tough for them, my fault for not being there for them to lend a helping hand...
The only thing I can blame myself for is for wasting my time on a friendship that meant nothing to you in the end.
I hate that you won't read this, and I hate even more that you don't care... even when you say you do.
Stop lying to me. I know if there is any good I deserve, whatever it is, that it's better than this.
I've always been there, and I always will be, but don't fucking lie to me, or use me only when you want me.
I'm not disposable... to you or anyone.
I'm sick of being so easily manipulated. So easily sucked in, and so easily let go without a second thought.
The only friends that ever really cared for me are an ocean away... and I hate that. Not to mention the fact that I don't fucking have time to even talk to them on the internet anymore.
I'm sorry.
Just promise me that you won't dispose of me the way my "friends" did when I went away for a year.
I couldn't take it if you did it too.