Every time you treat me like shit, I'm convinced that that's it. That's what's going to make me hate you. And sometimes-most times-I actually feel like I do. But then you're nice to me for only a minute and I lose all train of thought. My head gets light and I can't feel my feet on the ground. I can't deal with being so easy. I hate that I feel ( Read more... )

Between dealing with breakups and pity lies, I just want to be left alone for fucking once. Too bad I don't have a bed to lie in.