I’m tired of fighting
I’m actually sick of fighting for you. If you don’t want me, just tell me. It doesn’t even matter anymore. I don’t know if I’m talking to you or Julia at this point, because half the time she takes your phone. And I’m sick of crying. I don’t want to feel so damn worthless all the time. If you want Julia, take her. Go ahead and sleep with her, realize she’s awful and move on. But then don’t come crawling back to me. I’m honestly hoping that I’ll wake up tomorrow to an apology or an explanation to the texts I’ve been getting, because if this is actually you talking to me, I don’t want you. You clearly have no respect for women if you talk to me like that. Then again, if it’s Julia, then we need to have a chat about her taking your cell phone. Make your choice. I’m sick of crying every night because I can’t make you happy or because we had a fight. I miss the nights when I went to bed on cloud 9, because you were being adorable and taking care of me. What happened to that guy? The one I actually fell for…
