Because people love you but they love themselves more. They care more about their image. They care more about their reputation and they’ll do whatever it takes to protect it even if it means throwing you under the bus.
Those who love you tell you that they’ll be by your side no matter what, that you will never have to face anything alone, that they’ll take a bullet for you but then you find yourself standing alone, at gunpoint, wondering where everyone went.
I told myself that I will not write about you nor to you anymore but here I am still finding myself in the
Same spot spilling all the words I would like to say putting my thoughts into reality.
Pretend I don’t miss hard alcohol and bad decisions and people who made me chase them.
It never crossed my mind that you were too good to be true, it only crossed my mind that you were right for me.
I’m sick of almost relationships, where I think that I’m on my way to calling a particular boy my boyfriend. I don’t want to come this close to dating, only to be let down again.
It is not jealousy. It is not hatred or resentment. It is not sadness. It is disappointment.
I worked myself into the ground to get a First Class Honours at University and for what? To have an emotional breakdown at 23 and be signed off of work with “low mood”?
