Sobs. π©π’π I want to get my act together and tell myself things will be fine and all that but as much as he’s showing me now, when the time comes and he keeps intentionally choosing his friends over me.... How am i gonna feel about that? Weekends are the worst of it all. Worst. Everytime when weekends approach I just wanna shut myself down.
I don’t see how seeing each other 1/2 times a month is gonna make me feel any better. If anything it makes me feel like fucking shit. Cuz i fucking won’t be able to take it when it’s time for him to leave. Easy for him to say “we will see each other soon”. Because SOON is decided by him not me. I don’t know how the fuck is this gonna make me feel happy in any way. I don’t know how the fuck am i supposed to handle it.
Broken hearted.
π I’m scared of all the nice things that he say now because it’s so unclear... So he loves me but he’s unwilling to create any time for me. He just wants to keep this whole texting relationship going on but refuses to create anything that’s real. How.....? I need a fucking physical presence. He feels so fucking far away. There’s a god damn reason why I say I can’t do LDR.
Like hello i feel like i’m a fucking tolerant and nice girlfriend alr. I only see him during the weekends because he is a soldier... Every fucking girl i know who has an army boyfriend ALL CANNOT TAKE IT.... And yet now he chooses to give me EVEN LESSER time π He doesn’t understand how I feel every single time I mention this quality time thing.. He just doesn’t get it and i just really dk why he don’t get it.
I’m just all alone now. I just need to constantly remind myself that. When you’re drunk shanette you’re on your own. You have no one to call. You have no one to drunk text with. When you’re sick you need to fucking take care of yourself because ain’t nobody is gonna run to you and take care of you like you’re a fucking gem. When you’re watching a romantic comedy and you feel like spazzing to someone, it can never be him because he ain’t gon be there to take ur nonsense. When you feel like you have anxiety in the middle of the night and you need someone to talk to, you’re on your fucking own shanette because it ain’t his business no more. Unless he’s the one who initiates the caring, you have no fucking reason to burden him with ur fucking bullshit.
You are all alone.
Sobs.
Lonely.
Empty.
I need a real person. Right now it feels like he’s just a virtual partner.
π I’m scared of all the nice things that he say now because it’s so unclear... So he loves me but he’s unwilling to create any time for me. He just wants to keep this whole texting relationship going on but refuses to create anything that’s real. How.....? I need a fucking physical presence. He feels so fucking far away. There’s a god damn reason why I say I can’t do LDR.
Like hello i feel like i’m a fucking tolerant and nice girlfriend alr. I only see him during the weekends because he is a soldier... Every fucking girl i know who has an army boyfriend ALL CANNOT TAKE IT.... And yet now he chooses to give me EVEN LESSER time π He doesn’t understand how I feel every single time I mention this quality time thing.. He just doesn’t get it and i just really dk why he don’t get it.
I’m just all alone now. I just need to constantly remind myself that. When you’re drunk shanette you’re on your own. You have no one to call. You have no one to drunk text with. When you’re sick you need to fucking take care of yourself because ain’t nobody is gonna run to you and take care of you like you’re a fucking gem. When you’re watching a romantic comedy and you feel like spazzing to someone, it can never be him because he ain’t gon be there to take ur nonsense. When you feel like you have anxiety in the middle of the night and you need someone to talk to, you’re on your fucking own shanette because it ain’t his business no more. Unless he’s the one who initiates the caring, you have no fucking reason to burden him with ur fucking bullshit.
You are all alone.
Sobs.
Lonely.
Empty.
I need a real person. Right now it feels like he’s just a virtual partner.
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