i’m sick of listening to love songs and imagining it’s us. i’m sick of dreaming about you and missing you when you’re not even mine. i’m sick of getting judged because you’re all i can talk about. i’m sick of crying over you when i mean nothing to you. i hate the fact that i’m a toy for you to use. i hate how i will crumble and do anything you say all because i just hope that it’ll make you see how much we need each other. i’m tired of seeing you out with other girls, but then coming to me when you’re bored and have no one else to see. it hurts me how i mean nothing to you, and how you think i’m fine with the way things are. i hate it. i hate the way you treat me, but yet, i love you more than anything. i’m tired of working hard for your attention when i only get a second of it. i would rather just it all end.