Over the past 11 and a half months, I dedicated my life, to one person, that I regret now, because all it has ended up with is me getting numerous times, I guess I loved you that much, that every time you hurt me, I came back. You fucked me around like there was no tomorrow, I felt as there was no love, you ALWAYS had a new girl to talk to a new thing, you always tried to hide it, and when I found out you tried to hide it, I was over getting fucked around, it still hurts me now, that you left when I know I should have left, because you hurt me that many times, that everytime I found out something new, it just started not to hurt or affect me, when it I knew it should have killed me. I guess your the one that fucked up not me. You just loved the attention of everyone else and not me, I felt I fucked up all the time, feeling like I had noone, because you would prefer to see everyone else but me, you never enjoyed spending time with me, never thanked me for anything I did for you. I just wish you never fucked up in January, then we would be fine, I would trust you. I would love you. I would be happy. Now all I feel is numbness. Nothing I feel nothing.
Not happy, nor sad, nor anything.
3 fuck you for making me this way.