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My heart is breaking with every flash of light that isn't signaling a message from him, with every sound that isn't a telephone ring, with every fake hint of enthusiasm said to the people who are tired of hearing it, with every second I don't hear his voice.
My pride is keeping me from saying I'm sorry... but it's him. It's his fault. He was inconsiderate and then not even sorry he was that way. Worst of all, it hurts that he'd rather sleep then fix things. It hurts he wouldn't think about me when all I'm doing is thinking about him. Guess I'm not worth much, now am I? "We" aren't worth much if he has to give up on me. Why am I torturing myself over someone who doesn't want me?
That's a really good question...
I can't even cry now. It hurts too bad. But really, who cares about my pain when there's so many other things wrong with the world.
It won't be okay tomorrow when I wake up... if I sleep at all.
< < So I guess I'll cut my losses cuz I lost a lot. I guess I'll quit complaining and I'll start walking it off, because there's no point in living in a past with that unhappiness. > >