Do you know how many fucking times I've cried for you? I can't think of anybody who I hate to miss, as much as I hate missing you. You had your chance to be with me and you blew it. I was so stupid to think for a moment you actually cared. I'm not even upset or angry anymore, I'm just tired, tired of putting so much more effort than I recieve. I'm tired of holding on for nothing and believing all your lies. Now I just hope you'll see me one day, and your heart stops, realizing what you could've had this whole time. Honestly, the hardest part about knowing that you don't love me, is that you've spent so much time pretending that you did..