Nov 19, 2011 14:48
I keep trying to tell myself that even if circumstances were different, I still couldn't bring myself to be with you. If there were no other people involved, I wouldn't give you my heart because I know you'd rip it apart. I'd never be special to you; just another notch in your bedpost. You have no standards when it comes to the people you mess around with and that's saying a lot because you fuck around a lot. It annoys me when you call someone else a dirty slut because it makes you a hypocritical FUCK without a single leg to stand on. You can't even go out without trying to fuck someone. You have fucked the most disgusting people and you don't even know their name. I fucking hate your fucking guts. You want to know what I tell myself when I say why I really couldn't be with you? I tell myself that I respect myself too much to be with someone like you.
The worst part? It's all bullshit. I'm no better than you. I'm a fucking liar. I wouldn't hesitate a second to fall in your arms if you held them out for me. I love you so fucking much it makes me hate myself.
stfu and be a man