You text me 24/7, and I would think you’d get the hint that I don’t want to talk when I don’t reply. I hate you in so many ways. You ruined a lot of things that I’ve been working on. I wish you were out of my life, really.
I’m tired of getting my hopes up, I’m tired of hoping this time would be different. I’m tired of having feelings for someone, who doesn’t care. I’m tired of having my emotions played with. I’m tired of being “just” friends, and hoping for so much more. I’m tired of it all; I’m tired of being tired.