I’m tired of being walked all over like a piece of fucking shit. I’m tired of bending over backwards to please you when I get nothing in return. I hate paying for you. You’re the eighteen, almost nineteen year old in this relationship, not to mention, the MALE. I hate that you’ve never done anything genuinely sweet for me. Not even a fucking birthday card. I hate that you always ditch me for your friends, and make up stupid excuses. I hate that you always talk to other girls. I hate that when I’m with you I’m a mess and I hate that when I’m away from you I’m an even bigger mess. I hate that you act different around everyone and I hate that I don’t even know who you are anymore. I hate that I left half my family and all my friends to be with someone who is close to being a stranger to me. But I love you too much to do anything about it.