I’m glad you can sleep easy

I haven’t slept in two days
cause you put me through hell
your lack of care
your lack of tact
your lack of you
and the fact that I’m here upset
while you snore your way into a deep deep sleep
while I’m getting more upset
and less and less sleep cause my mind won’t stop
PISSES ME OFF

breathe, kyoko
this shit don’t matter

deep down inside
I know that
anyone who can feel so little
will have so little
and he’ll most likely be happier than the rest of us
who feel the weight of. the world
and love
and have a heart

that which does not care about me
I do not have time to care about anymore

it’s the habit of caring that’s my problem
look
I’m up at 5 am
while he’s probably snoring his way into/out of a stupor
why would I want someone who doesn’t see me clearly
who WANTS to misunderstand
and mistreat me?

I don’t

I really fucking don’t

he bad outweighs the good

in this case

and in a few others

and I’m learning that
anyone who makes me feel anything less than good
is not anyone I want to invest my time into.

I used to love him
but he only loved me with conditions

I’m fading out

I need sleep

a long sleep
where you won’t be there to haunt me tonight
or every again.


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