...hold on

I dreamt about you last night.

In my dream, I was happy with you..

Then you said you were leaving for college and I cried.. and I cried..
I could see myself being there with you, but I'm stuck..

In the same old position.

2nd to everything

I'm sick and tired of being second best. No really.

It's always your friends before me, it's always your time before mine.

I don't get it.

I've been unhappy with you. I'm just clinging onto some kind of false hope.

I need a person who can treat me out sometimes, not me paying 80% of the time.

I need a person who wants to love me and worship the ground I walk on, not ignoring me.

I want affection, I need it.

I honestly can't do it anymore. I'm sorry. I've checked out.

Everything you do is for them and only them.

You let them take advantage of you and you get nothing in return.

Stop pretending that they actually care about you.

They ask for rides, ask you to move shit for them, everything.

What do you get back in return? A fuzzy feeling? right.

They offer you "jobs" but it's always talk and no walk.

Sorry, you're their little bitch sometimes.

I wish I could get you to do everything for me.

That'll be the day.

Of course, i'm disappointed as usual.

It's all talk, no walk.

I hate that.

When i think i don't care.. there comes the feeling..

stomach churning, i do care.