Replaced. Sums up my feelings pretty well.
Used. I feel this word accurately decribes the situation.
Suprising how much being used and replaced still hurts, considering its practically my life story. Dominique, Jason F., Jennifer, just to name a few cases. This one just hurts so much more. I've known you for 5 years, and I even called you sister. We had eachother through thick and thin, and we shared moments nobody could take from us. Things that changed us forever, and things that are so dear that even when we are old and we have failing memory, we will be able to go back to that exact moment in time, perserved in crystal clear happiness.
But things can change, and they have. Highschool is supposed to be the four best years of your life, so why are you trying so hard to fit in? Why are you trying so hard to make EVERYONE love you because of how you look, or who your friends are? Am I that embarrassing you can't be seen with me anymore? Did I EVER mean much to you? I feel like I knew you loved me, but you loved Robin too. So what happened to her? You forgot about her. Is that what I am? Just a stepping stone to get you to the other side? I feel like a tossed peice of garbage.
You tell me we'll be friends forever. Maybe you were counting on me to believe that, so I could be your slave forever, bend at your every whim, get you whatever you want.
I take my time to do the nice little things for you, and all I get in retrn are complaints. I didn't even get a thank-you last time. Not a "I love you!" or "Well, its better than nothing." I got a "What is thins?! I'd rather turn nothing in!" Simply because the name was on the wrong side and your words didn't take up the whole page. Seems like something stupid to get worked up over. Have Kim print it for you next time. She'll know exactly what you need. She's in your class. She can spend an hour taking care of a paper jam for your grade.
You steal my lunches when you can always go home and eat, while I still have to suffer through over 2 hours.
Am I just something to keep you entertained, to keep you from getting bored?
You won't even do simple things for me anymore.
You make excuses.
And the next day, I have to find out from someone else you lied to me.
You could have at least made it a convincing lie.
I would prefer the bitter truth to the sugar coated goodies you give me. In the end, all they will is give me a cavity and cause me more pain that the quick unpleasant bitterness.
 I_The_Prokaryote · Mon Oct 13, 2008 @ 09:33pm · 0 Comments |
