My story, My side.

Hurt.
I can't think of a better way to describe the way i am right now. Knowing that i'm not good enough for you and that i'm not exactly what you want. It hurts.
I refuse to change myself for who you want me to be. But for now you're just going to accept who you've chosen to be with.

Lies.
Is that all i'll ever know? Is that all i'll ever tell and be told? the secrets that are constantly wrapped around my everyday literature is daunting. Though nothing compares to when you tell me you'll always love me and know that you're not telling the truth it cuts through me worse than committing suicide with a can opener.

Love.
What does that word even mean anymore? You say it to me without even thinking the total toll of those 4 letters. No one within my generation even values the meaning of that word anymore.

Questions
I ask myself everyday. Sometimes i think to myself "what the heck have i gotten myself into!?" i question as to whether i want to be in this what we call relationship, though i'm scared that if i back out i will never forgive myself.



And i did.
And still do.
Nothing hurt more than being ignored and lied to every single day.