Trust me, I would love to forgive you for everything you’ve put me through, but I’m not stupid enough to do that.

It would be so much better if there was an actual reason for this ending.  If someone had actually done something wrong, if you had betrayed me, or if I had betrayed you.  But that’s not what this is… is it?  This is one of those times where there is no reason for the end, except that we’ve both stopped caring about each other.  That’s probably the saddest end there is, when no one cares enough to try and save what it is you had together.

You think these people are really your friends, and you spend countless hours every week trying to impress them, hoping that one day they will care.  But they never will.  You are nothing to them.  They may call you when they are bored, and talk about whatever you think is important this week, but these people aren’t your friends.  You won’t actually know who your friends are until after you’ve left school, because all of the sudden you aren’t seeing these people everyday.  You actually have to make an effort to get together.

People kept trying to convince me that there was something wrong with me.  That because they saw a fault in me, it meant that I was not worth their time.  They would call me a bitch, or rude, or any remark that would pop into their heads.  When really, just because they decided from the beginning who they wanted me to be, and I turned out differently, does not mean they should treat me that way.

Do you run out of time, or does time run out on you?

If I could, I would go back and change all of that.  Why don’t you understand?  I would take back every single word I ever said to you, I would undo all the wrong I caused you.  Why don’t you understand?  I would give my life to have you be in mine again.  Believe me when I say that you are the only thing worth fighting for.

You couldn’t possibly understand what it is I’m talking about could you?  I’m talking about not being able to breathe without you.  I’m talking about needing you to be with me all the time, and loving me the way I love you.

It’s so strange how you have all these expectations.  You have this model guy that you want everyone to live up to, and it’s not until you’ve actually gotten someone with all those characteristics that you realize its all just crap.  You like someone because of who they are, and what they make you feel. Not because they have a nice car, or they like to leave the toilet seat down.  No one really cares about those things.

The thing is, it must be much easier to be the one doing the dumping.  Because you only really need to think about yourself, and then its over.  You can end it however you want, wherever you want, and you don’t even need to take their feelings into consideration.  You can do it during class, or at the movies, or on a date.  Wherever you want.  Being the dumpee hurts like hell.  For weeks after its over, you are still think about that bastard who broke your heart.  You still think about her shinning lips, or the way he was so sure of himself.  And every time you see him, your heart breaks more, the jagged edges probing your ribs.  And it hurts.  It hurts enough to wish death upon yourself.

No breakup is ever really the same.  They hide themselves behind the same excuses, but really, it’s always something different.

That must really hurt you.  Doing all those back flips to catch his attention.  You know he’s never going to look in your direction again.  He’s with me now, why would he need someone like you? You can do all the flips you want, but you will never have his heart.

There will never be enough distractions in the world to take my mind off of you.

You lied.  It’s as simple, and as complicated as that.  You had the choice, and you chose to keep quiet.  I asked, and you denied.  You lied.  Nothing will ever change that.  You can beg on your knees, or turn around and choose to do nothing.  But the fact remains; you are a no good liar ass who can’t be honest with the person who loves him the most.

Do you ever really cry for no reason at all? You’ll just be sitting there, thinking about nothing, when all of the sudden things just seem to be so shitty to you and all you want to do is fix yourself.  You aren’t broken.  You are human.  You start finding any excuse to cry.  “I’m crying because she broke my heart”, “He cheated on me”, “My dog died”, just because you can’t deal with the fact that you are crying for no reason at all.