Real pain doesn’t hurt.
Learn to be alone.
One should be loved as who they are and not who they are restricted to be.
I don’t understand.
I’m finally home today yet you don’t have time to play with me. Couldn’t you have done that yesterday? Or maybe tomorrow — when I won’t be home again? What if I told you I won’t be home the day after tomorrow? Would you regret not spending some time with me?
Or maybe it’s all a coincidence. Maybe I’m just unlucky because you just don’t have time today. Okay. Fine. I’m unlucky.
Why is it that the time you spend with me always leftover time of yours? Can’t I make reservations of your time first? Or am I always on the bottom line of your priorities?
I can’t believe how high I put you on my priors. I always feel so foolish and stupid when the time I’ve put into you is wasted. Would you rather me be more selfish? Or just be like you and resort my priorities?
Sometimes I just want you to care about me more.
Do you believe in Forever’s?
How can I tell myself to stop doubting you?
How can I convince myself that you care?
Which one is the truth — which is the lie?
I can’t tell anymore.