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I think i hit the point in life where I'm just done.
I cried and tried, but everything is crashing down.
My demons are taking over again, and this time I'm too tired to fight.
Maybe I'm not the person you choose for life, but one day you'll hear my name, smile and say
"Damn she was different".
I have no problem being a villain in your story.
Your a clown in mine.
The girls feel liked protecting you from poor me,
But I know the ending, I've seen many of them.
They all cry in bed wishing they knew sooner how humiliating it is to trust you.
Its funny how the pattern never changes and you dumb bitch think you're the next lucky one in line.
Realizing that I'm just the girl he accidentally gets, not the girl he dreamed of being with.
All i did till today was wrong.
All I'll do in the future will probably be wrong.
All I want now is a big sister.
I'm the big sister.
I have only myself.
The worst pain is looking at yourself at the mirror with tears in your eyes, thinking you're failed at everything...
Losing that one person you never even dated is a different kind of heartache.
You invest so much of your emotions, so much of your daydreams and hopes into someone who never saw you in the same light.
You find yourself analyzing every interaction, every word, trying to find a hint of something more.
It's like a roller coaster of emotions, feeling so connected to someone in one day and utterly invisible the next.
You keep asking yourself were it went wrong even though it never really started.
You were too much for just friends, but not enough to be anything more.
And it leaves you there, wondering, trying to make sense of the feelings that were never reciprocated and questioning if they ever noticed your affection, if they ever noticed your love at all.
You like me enough to kiss me when we're alone,
but you don't like me enough to actually wanna be with me?
I know im not the girl who gets the guy,
Whether it's because I'm not pretty enough, or the right size, or popular.
I'm the girl that you use to make the other one jealous.
ואני תוהה,
למה אלוהים מביא משהו טוב עם פוטנציאל אדיר ולוקח אותו לפני שהספקתי לטעום.
מה אני אמורה ללמוד מזה
Love is a terrifying thing. It's not safe. Because when you love someone you have to face the fact that you could lose them.
Harvey Specter
