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I thought I could save you, but you’re killing me slowly. I can feel it, I see it and it’s not fair. You keep saying you love me. I never see it. You use me to get ahead and now look where you are and look where I’m at. It’s not the same to say you care and not put in the leg work. So I distance myself. You make me so mad. I know we’re having problems, but my friends don’t need to know. Especially from you, or what those problems are. I think you really have some growing to do. It’s a damn shame that you, a grown man (so to speak), don’t know boundaries between what you tell to my friends and what you save for your friends and yourself. I’ve got to stop letting you slide or let you go completely. As hard as it may be, it’s what’s best for the both of us.

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