When I said I’d call you on Sunday and you said what’s there to talk about? Well, now I’m the one who has nothing to say.
It’s my fault for getting sucked in again. After all of these years, I should’ve known better. Now I have to start all over because I realize that this pattern will only keep repeating.
I know why we don’t talk anymore, I just wish that we could. I miss you, my friend. You understood me.
I get it now. You used me, you lied, you stole from me. You also did the one thing that has always broken my heart; you abandoned me.
I don’t know why you’re so judgmental about my life. I seriously think that you should worry more about yourself.
(These are all to separate people.)