Bulletproof.

whatmarielsaid:

dear you,

did you really think i would forget about you that easily? that if i never saw you again, we’d both just forget? you don’t know that every day that goes by without a word from you kills me. it kills me, boy. people say “give it time, and you’ll find someone new.” i would give anything to believe this, but much time has passed, boys have come and go, but it all comes back to you.

you don’t think i know? you have a new girlfriend. do you have any idea how much that killed me? i thought i got over you, i thought i moved on, but the fact that i had to find out about this new girl THROUGH FACEBOOK was just low. the least you could’ve done was call me. how bout an IM? so you’re “too busy to talk long”, but obviously you have enough time to sit and stare at your computer screen for hours. you promised you’d keep in touch. but you never did. what does that mean for me then? was i not worth your time? did i mean anything to you at all? i just wanted to hear your voice, to know that you still cared. if you don’t care anymore, tell me and save me from this misery of staring at your picture every fucking day. save me! SAVE ME! how sad is it that the closest i get to you now is your picture?

if you don’t care about me, fucking tell me! okay?! the past few months have been complete SHIT, all because of YOU, and you don’t even KNOW! and whose fault is that? i’ve tried talking to you, i’ve tried to save us. but you didn’t even try. i saw no effort. i felt no sincerity. i’ve been through hell, and you don’t even have enough time to ask me a simple, “how are you?”

so here’s the big question: where does that leave me?

love, me.

p.s. the most sickening part is the second you say sorry, i know i’ll forgive you.

p.p.s. she’s really pretty. i guess you picked a keeper this time.