to hell with you and all your friends
so, i feel very .... pathetic.
because i am. i got myself into this mess. i stayed around. i had to fucking have hope. and now im taken completely for granted. i am being used purely for "companionship". for when he's lonely at night. for when he has nothing better to do. i've become nothing. just something to "do". why am i so forgiving? why is it that i am always wrong? how can i be the only one hurt? why can't i leave? because i love him? no, according to him .. i don't. apparently, he can tell me that i don't love him. and that he doesn't love me. and that he doesn't want to be my valentine. i don't want to cry anymore.
and i do love you.