#124 I can't even figure you out.

Honestly. I'm really done of trying to please you. Okay, whatever I did, I'm sorry. But you can't do this to me. You're saying only N knows you THAT well, but fudge. I don't care.

I can't read minds. And you know what? I'm going to give in. I GIVE UP. I don't need you in my life anymore. Or maybe I do, but temporarily, I've got better things to do. I don't know what'll happen. Maybe I'll still talk to you. But I don't know. You just think I'm always there for you to talk to, complain to, but when she's back.. you leave me a side. Do you ever think about me? Do you even care how I feel? Cause guess what, you can't inbox me whenever you like. Cause guess what, you can't wall me when you feel like it. NOT ANYMORE.

I told you my secrets. You told me your problems. And you still don't care.

-somethingsomethingsomething-,

me.