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i needed you to be there for me this past week, and you weren't. i needed you to comfort me in my sickness, and you were a lumberjack. i needed you to encourage me to keep moving forward, and you got high.
you wrote with the intention of making up to me everything you had done wrong in the past. the selfishness, the insincerity, the absences, the indifference. and i believed you, i still somewhat do.
i just wonder when the making up part will start? will it ever? do you actually intend to right your wrongs or did you just "need to see it all written out in [your] own hand writing"?
of all the times i have been there for you, when i shouldn't have been, when i didn't need to be, when i could have been doing something more important. i've never turned you down, never said no, never thought twice.
i need to know that you actually do mean what you say, and you're not saying that you mean what you say just to make the romanticism of it all last just a little bit longer. if it's gone, tell me it's gone.
you have not changed so drastically yet. i thought so in january. you were perfect and everything i had always dreamt of. what i don't know is what caused you to digress. i was so happy and so so proud of you.
i did respect you. for some time you had fought your way, tooth and nail, and it was tough as shit, but you felt every hit and you had something real and someone who took the blows when you did, mentally and physically.
when, if ever are you willing to be there for me? i don't expect you to give everything, because i know you can't and that is unfair of me to ask of you. couldn't you have put away your pride for just that small amount of time?
i don't understand the intention of your letter if you didn't plan to act upon it. this is why i am so angry. do what you feel and say what you mean. life's too short to deal with the bullshit anymore. take it or leave it.
you wrote with the intention of making up to me everything you had done wrong in the past. the selfishness, the insincerity, the absences, the indifference. and i believed you, i still somewhat do.
i just wonder when the making up part will start? will it ever? do you actually intend to right your wrongs or did you just "need to see it all written out in [your] own hand writing"?
of all the times i have been there for you, when i shouldn't have been, when i didn't need to be, when i could have been doing something more important. i've never turned you down, never said no, never thought twice.
i need to know that you actually do mean what you say, and you're not saying that you mean what you say just to make the romanticism of it all last just a little bit longer. if it's gone, tell me it's gone.
you have not changed so drastically yet. i thought so in january. you were perfect and everything i had always dreamt of. what i don't know is what caused you to digress. i was so happy and so so proud of you.
i did respect you. for some time you had fought your way, tooth and nail, and it was tough as shit, but you felt every hit and you had something real and someone who took the blows when you did, mentally and physically.
when, if ever are you willing to be there for me? i don't expect you to give everything, because i know you can't and that is unfair of me to ask of you. couldn't you have put away your pride for just that small amount of time?
i don't understand the intention of your letter if you didn't plan to act upon it. this is why i am so angry. do what you feel and say what you mean. life's too short to deal with the bullshit anymore. take it or leave it.