(no subject)
We were never blessed, I never really thought we were. I only agreed because I knew it made you happy and I did anything I could to make you happy. I still would if I felt anything for you, but there's nothing to feel. I'm already aware you don't have a heart, and I'm actually quite surprised you haven't crawled under a rock by now. You should be ashamed of yourself, but then again, you don't have much of a brain either so there's no sense in telling you how to feel when you can't even know better enough to know anything at all. All of your lies have gotten to your head (both physically and mentally), but I'm sure I'm the only one who really understands that very well. You never did understand anything I ever said. You don't even know the meaning of love is anymore, because once you gave up on me you gave up on everything good. I don't mean to sound vain but I am the best thing you'll ever get in your life, I feel sorry that you let such a good thing go. And I'm also just sorry that I never really had you to begin with. You were never really even there. It seemed not too long ago you were mine to protect, but now I can't even defend you. All I know is that I love you, and that is one thing that will never change. I'm saying this for my own good, not for yours, so don't feel all high and mighty because all you are is a peice. You were never good enough for me, and needless to say, I was far too good for you.