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I shouldn’t feel this way .

I want to leave, but damn it I want you to miss me! I want you to beg me not to go.
You have a habit of making me feel unimportant, but I am. I want to show you how great I am, just so I can take it all away from you. I want to see you cry; I want it to come from a deep place where you store your strongest sadness. I want you to lose sleep over me. I want you to never forget me.
I don’t care how terrible that sounds..that’s what I want.

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breath.

There’s a lot I’d like to say to you but I’m far too nice to say it.

I think you have problems, a lot of them.

I think your actions are caused by your insecurities.

You have a lot of those too…you’re a little messed up in the head and your pincepals are all wrong. And it’s those insecurities that let you act the way you do. You feel like the only way to keep someone around, is to damage them, mistreat and break them so they feel worthless, that way no matter what you do, they come back, because they need you and you feel like without doing that, they’ll leave you..you even tell them they’ll be back with the filthiest smile on your face, so confident that you’ve ruined them enough. You’re just a mean hearted soul.

Why are you so scared? Who made you this little spineless bitch? You’re so damn scared that they’ll hurt you that you have to hurt them first. It’s easy to act tuff and be mean, but you’re so sad. I can see it.

I’m glad I met you. I saw pieces of me in some of your actions and it made me feel ugly. I never want to be like you, because at the end of the day I know you feel ugly on the inside too. You don’t like yourself, and I don’t blame you. You told me you were feeling down, you said you were sad and you felt alone even though you had me; and another I wasn’t supposed to know about. I told you maybe it was your conscience kicking in. You didnt get it…maybe one day you will, and then you’ll understand why your so down whenever you’re alone with yourself.