i'm pretty convinced you don't give two shits about me, apart of me hurts when i think about it, but mostly it doesn't phase me as much. the part of me that i told you, would always be yours isn't there anymore. i'm numb and i'm sick of caring about your feelings when you don't care for mine. gonna be an asshole? i'll be one right back. going to be sacastic and try and make me look stupid? don't even think twice about the fact that i will do it back. if you had any consideration about me or my well being, you wouldn't have called me drunk and you wouldn't have put me through some of the most fucking stressful weeks i've ever experienced. if you cared you wouldn't have called me a mistake and a regret, even if you were angry. you wouldn't have lied to me, you wouldn't have broken our promises. you would have come up with a better answer to my question the other night. "if i'm the best things that's happened to you then why do you treat me badly?" "i don't know." "when you do these things, it just makes me think you don't give a shit about me. just because you don't think before you say things, doesn't mean it's okay. you should've learnt by now how to do that. i mean it when i say this is your last chance. i cannot deal with being so broken and hurt all the time." when i said? it made no fucking difference. you ignored it.