i fucking did it
My friends are telling me some tough stuff about us.
If you think I’m worth it, fucking prove it. I can’t chase you forever.
You’re pondering or whatever you’re doing with your time/space. Smoking cigarettes, ignoring my texts, reblogging my posts, not returning my calls.
I’m wondering what I did wrong, when I messed up, if i even have a chance anymore. This may not seem like…a big deal to you.
You might be completely put off by my behavior. But I’m not going to apologize for working for you, for loving you, for giving our relationship more chances than anyone else probably would’ve.
I don’t know what you want from me,
But i keep crying like the answer’s behind my eyes.