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there is so much i want to say but you are sick to shit of my words now.
do you remember all the lovely times we had? when i used to sit on your lap and we'd just look at each other and we could see how much we wanted each other. and when you'd make me eat your dinner even though i'd had mine, you'd poke the fork in my face and utter 'nomnomonom', and you'd hug me to death while we'd be watching tv, and when i'd be doing something you'd just come up behind me and squeeze me to death. you used to want me so much, and suddenly it's gone, now it's reduced to the point you want to spend valentine's day with a different girl, and so much that you sit and pine over your ex-girlfriend's photos and tell her that you still think she's gorgeous.
it's been almost a week and you haven't told me one thing to make me feel good about yourself.
i have no guarantee that, when you do even look at me, you're not looking at me and thinking, "she's an ugly fucking bitch". you wouldn't have to say or think it though, i already feel it.
i wish i was so remarkably pretty you couldn't take your ears off me, and that you remembered all the good times as vivdly as i do. i tried kissing you properly again, to see if i got anything out of you, and you're still no different. you can't stand to be around me. i feel so unwelcome. i had to ask for a bath even though less than a fortnight ago this was my home too.
i love you to death. i know you would be so much happier without me, and i probably would be without you. but i remember when i was happiest, and that was whenever we were good. i just want it back, you haven't even tried. i don't know what else i can possibly do, i have done absolutely everything.
maybe in about a year down the line you'll miss me, and comment my photo with you by telling me that you still think i'm gorgeous. guess i'm going to have to wait an awfully long year.
do you remember all the lovely times we had? when i used to sit on your lap and we'd just look at each other and we could see how much we wanted each other. and when you'd make me eat your dinner even though i'd had mine, you'd poke the fork in my face and utter 'nomnomonom', and you'd hug me to death while we'd be watching tv, and when i'd be doing something you'd just come up behind me and squeeze me to death. you used to want me so much, and suddenly it's gone, now it's reduced to the point you want to spend valentine's day with a different girl, and so much that you sit and pine over your ex-girlfriend's photos and tell her that you still think she's gorgeous.
it's been almost a week and you haven't told me one thing to make me feel good about yourself.
i have no guarantee that, when you do even look at me, you're not looking at me and thinking, "she's an ugly fucking bitch". you wouldn't have to say or think it though, i already feel it.
i wish i was so remarkably pretty you couldn't take your ears off me, and that you remembered all the good times as vivdly as i do. i tried kissing you properly again, to see if i got anything out of you, and you're still no different. you can't stand to be around me. i feel so unwelcome. i had to ask for a bath even though less than a fortnight ago this was my home too.
i love you to death. i know you would be so much happier without me, and i probably would be without you. but i remember when i was happiest, and that was whenever we were good. i just want it back, you haven't even tried. i don't know what else i can possibly do, i have done absolutely everything.
maybe in about a year down the line you'll miss me, and comment my photo with you by telling me that you still think i'm gorgeous. guess i'm going to have to wait an awfully long year.