how can you dare say you love me?
oh, is it because i’m the one that’s always concerned about you?
Never do you have to worry about me, because it’s not like i have any problems :x or any emotions :x or anything worth caring about.
you love me? Is that because I care about you? Is that it? you love my care for you? that’s all you love, because if you loved me, you would ask me how MY day was, or stop telling me that you’ll come-over to see me and bail on me every god-damn night. If you LOVED me, you wouldn’t stay in town everyday and see the same people from the day before, rather than biking down the street for ten mins to then see me for a while.
No matter what i fucking do, or who it’s fucking with, I can never have love come back to me, not ever & it fucking hurts.
