The End of Number 2
So I always believed that no person is ever too busy for love, or to be happy with someone else. I think that not a single person truly wants to be utterly alone, without a someone there for them. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was just thinking that everyone else felt and thought like me about this topic. I love being in love, I love everything that comes with it. It wouldnt be love if it didnt have its heartaches, its happiness, its toughness, its everything. I love the attention that someone gives you, like youre the only one they see, the only one thats important, like no one else matters. So since I think all this, of course it would only make perfect sense to get into a relationship that had these qualities, and yet here I am, in something that doesnt have any of it. haha. how does that happen? I mean did I just wake up and decide to get involved with someone who wouldnt treat me the way I wished? Like what the fuck am I doing? Is this heartbreak really worth it? Is this guy really worth all of this? I just wanna get along with him, make it work the way it did, and you cant think about it becuz its the past, and to make someone amazing, both parties have to work hard, and Im just working for 2 people. And yet Im wrong, thats what he tells me. Hes always telling me hes sick of hearing this shit, but God damn, obviously youre not doin shit to make it work with me. So why me? Why do you have to deny me now? I lost all I had, gave up so much for him and it's just like I gave my all, and I wasnt good enough. Bottom line - Im not good enough. Becuz if I was, then it wouldnt be this way. He'd want me like I want him, Id make him totally happy, to where he didnt need another person. I mean is something wrong with me? What is it? Tell Me. Honestly, whats wrong with my love? Too much too little? Im just really tired, ya feel me? So all I gotta say is just shut up, please.