why? why do you keep pushing me away when all I want is to be there with you? why do you feel like you have to hide when you're hurting? you dont have to protect me from you, you dont have to carry everything alone, i just wish you'd let me be there
just quit that toxic piece of shit job already, they're not even paying you properly and its clearly destroying you, you can find another job, freelance for a while, take a breath, you dont have to keep sacrificing yourself for a place thats treating you like this
I wish you knew that i never needed you to be okay all the time, i never needed you to fix me or carry me or be "convenient", i just wanted you, even on the days where all we could do was sit there and exist together, even when we just laid down together, i miss that so much
I hope you remember that the things you feel when you are hurting can be heavy, but they dont define who you are, you are not a burden for having feelings, you are not unlovable for struggling, and you dont have to be perfect to deserve love, please take care of yourself angel
Well i mean it, for as long as i breath i will love you and fight to be with you. Because i want to and because you deserve it, and because you're the most precious girl in the world, im here, and im not going anywhere.
Friend making $20/hr as a server: “Don't worry, bro, this one's on me, and you'll get the next”
Friend making $470k as a senior software engineer: “Can you Venmo me $9.62 for your share of the Uber ride?”
I see how much you are hurting and im sorry, you didnt deserve any of that, you're not a bad person. Stop being cruel to yourself over someone who was cruel to you
If they care for you they'll come back and fight to keep you in their life, you cannot control peoples emotions or actions, you can control not being around people who dont care about you and dont value you as a person. (and frankly telling them to go fuck themselves)
You gave them a chance, you were good, supportive, present, kind, and they repaid you by belittling your value and calling you a tool for convenience, do not grieve their loss, grieve the person you thought they were. You are better than this, better than them.