Short hellos from long goodbyes.
August 28, 2010
Tell me how I'll ever make it through.
I don't think I'm pretty at all. I don't think I've got a great personality. I don't think I'm nice, or sweet, let alone amazing.
I'm sick of you telling me your problems.
I don't mean it in a bad way. I love being there for you.
But you've taken it too far. I'm sick of you ignoring me and telling me there's only one person there for you when I'm always here.
I'm always the one to help with nothing in return.
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