i always got so confused, fuck it, i still am, with the fact that you thought you weren't selfish. you never once thought about my feelings, only your own. you put the thought into my head that whenever we got into a fight, you would try and kill yourself. you never thought for one minute that i had other things going on. i had to treat you like a fucking baby, not my boyfriend. not a man, but a little boy. i stuck by you through everything. when everyone around me told me not to, when everyone hated me for it, when no one believed in you but me. you never really understood the concept with me. i don't think you ever knew me. i don't put up with shit, 'specially from guys. you could go and ask all of my ex boyfriends, they'll tell you the same thing. but with you? i did. i put up anything you could throw at me. i stood there while you shot insults at me, i stood by you when everyone else hated you, i believed in you with every cell in my body. you took me for granted, and i love the fact that you still expect me to put up with your fucking shit. because this time, you aren't getting what you want and that's what eases the pain of me finally realising you never loved me, cared for me or respected me.