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apparently i'm the queen of selfish.
everything he bleeds, bleeds kacy.
he can't go to sleep without talking to kacy.
he can't wake up and go to work without talking to kacy.
he can't, basically, function without talking to kacy.
"you're always mad at me," he says.
"you never want to see me.
you don't tell me how much you love me.
you don't tell me how you feel."
"and my heart," he says, "still races every time
i hear your voice."
he asks, "what the hell is wrong with me?"
"why can't i stop caring about you?"
he's never experienced someone try so hard to not try.
quit worrying about me.
what's so good about kacy anyway?
he feels like dying on the inside.
which, i'm sure, is my fault.
it's always my fault.
it's my fault i don't make plans with him.
i don't answer his phone calls.
i get in at 5:30 in the morning.
but why should that matter to him?
oh, but, i have a guy less than an hour away that
would do anything to see a smile on my face.
please.. he wants to fix everything.
what if i don't want it to be fixed?
what if... things fall apart sometimes.
he tells me to open my eyes and see how
beautiful the two of us could be together.
i'd like to say, my eyes are wide open..
and we used to be beautiful.
things happen. things change. people change.
oh, but wait. this is the best part. are you ready?
"you won't ever find anyone," he says,
"that loves you more."
granted, i guess you could say, that in a way, i have given up.
but, really. i'm just tired of trying.
i'm tired of arguing. i'm tired of crying.
and. as sad as it sounds, i'm tired of caring.
everything he bleeds, bleeds kacy.
he can't go to sleep without talking to kacy.
he can't wake up and go to work without talking to kacy.
he can't, basically, function without talking to kacy.
"you're always mad at me," he says.
"you never want to see me.
you don't tell me how much you love me.
you don't tell me how you feel."
"and my heart," he says, "still races every time
i hear your voice."
he asks, "what the hell is wrong with me?"
"why can't i stop caring about you?"
he's never experienced someone try so hard to not try.
quit worrying about me.
what's so good about kacy anyway?
he feels like dying on the inside.
which, i'm sure, is my fault.
it's always my fault.
it's my fault i don't make plans with him.
i don't answer his phone calls.
i get in at 5:30 in the morning.
but why should that matter to him?
oh, but, i have a guy less than an hour away that
would do anything to see a smile on my face.
please.. he wants to fix everything.
what if i don't want it to be fixed?
what if... things fall apart sometimes.
he tells me to open my eyes and see how
beautiful the two of us could be together.
i'd like to say, my eyes are wide open..
and we used to be beautiful.
things happen. things change. people change.
oh, but wait. this is the best part. are you ready?
"you won't ever find anyone," he says,
"that loves you more."
granted, i guess you could say, that in a way, i have given up.
but, really. i'm just tired of trying.
i'm tired of arguing. i'm tired of crying.
and. as sad as it sounds, i'm tired of caring.