“The day you left, i wanted to write poems about you. But there is nothing poetic about the way you refused to say my name. There is nothing poetic about the way i begged you stay. There is nothing poetic about the way you booked that flight to New York and left me to clean up the mess you made. You are nothing more than a boy who told lies and left because you were too afraid to clean up your own mess. Theres is absolutely nothing poetic about the way you left. I cannot make poetry out of a boy who makes monkey bars out of peoples ribs. Poetry is beautiful, and honest. Something you dont know how to be.”—g. (via unanswered-words)
So there’s this one boy who kind of just…he talks and it pisses me off sometimes because he seems to think I’m always in a rut. Like nah bruh, I just get irritated with people I’m fine. It’s Kj. Kj pisses me the fuck off.
I just find it so fucking funny that you think you claim to be my friend, yet you never make plans with me. I’m always left out of what you guys get together to do, and then you”complain” that I’m not there. The only time you ever actually talk to me is when you need me to give you free haircuts. Well I’m done being walked all over. I’m not some doormat.
I’m so tired of people coming and going from my life without even asking how I’m feeling…not even a single “I hope you’re doing okay.” I only ever get “Kalee, I need you to do this for me. Also I’m not going to be able to hang out for the next three months…not will I talk to you during that time. Basically, just do this so I don’t have to see you ever again.”
You sit there and complain about being alone…how do you think I feel?