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I hate myself sometimes, I really do.
Why do I let him get to me? Why can't I turn him down at least once? It's not love, no, it can't be. Love is a feeling that's supposed to be returned. Yet his face is honest, but his words seem fake. If he really, truely loved me as much as he said he does, then he wouldn't hurt me like this. No, he would respect me, and treat me how I should be treated. I don't deserve having my heart ripped out every single day of my life.
I tried turning him down today.
I tried pushing him away from me.
I tried ending whatever we have.
But the second his eyes met mine..
I threw it all away and let him fall back into my arms.
God, I'm so weak.
Why do I let him get to me? Why can't I turn him down at least once? It's not love, no, it can't be. Love is a feeling that's supposed to be returned. Yet his face is honest, but his words seem fake. If he really, truely loved me as much as he said he does, then he wouldn't hurt me like this. No, he would respect me, and treat me how I should be treated. I don't deserve having my heart ripped out every single day of my life.
I tried turning him down today.
I tried pushing him away from me.
I tried ending whatever we have.
But the second his eyes met mine..
I threw it all away and let him fall back into my arms.
God, I'm so weak.