Love sucks. No matter how much I want to let you go. How many reasons you given me to let you go. The mixed signals, the rudeness, the constantly choosing people over me. When will I ever be enough for you? You call me pretty and compliment me and act like you care, but then you're mean and cruel and someone I've never seen before. AND IT'S JUST WITH ME!!! What did I do?!?! All I've done is constantly support you and be here for you through it all, and you repay me by being an ass. KNOWING my dad just passed away. Screw you honestly. I really love you and I never love anyone the way I do you, and you treat me like shit. Your parents love me. Your dad wants us to get married. Everyone does. And you're just some how immune? blind? I can handle you not feeling the same way or you not loving me the way I love you, but what I can't handle is the treatment. What I can't handle is the mixed signals. They really fuck me up yk? I shouldn't constantly worry about every little thing I do around you. Or try and guess what mood you'll be in today. You're so sweet to everyone else, but for some reason you can't be the same with me. I miss the old you. The person I fell in love with. I miss you coming over, I miss the facetime calls or when you used to get off the bus and wave to me and smile. Or when you wanted to talk about me and not just you for once. When you asked me what I was doing or what I liked. I mean I guess it's partially my fault for drunk texting, but we could've left it there. You didn't have to say anything more or bring it back up and ask me again. I don't even remember the last time we had a full convo without you leaving me on read mid way. Or the last time we talked about me without you changing the subject. Even when I talk about my dad. I know you don't understand, but it doesn't hurt to listen. I still love you so fucking much and it's so damaging to myself. I feel like I'm addicted to you, and as cheesy as it sounds it's true. I don't want to love you, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you. And every time I say I'm done or I'll leave you alone you act like prince charming again and all of a sudden I'm addicted once more. I want to let you go, but for some reason I can't.