When is enough, enough? Do we just put our hearts out for them to be stomped on and crushed into a million little pieces?
What happened to putting your heart out and you being loved for you, all of you. You being loved when you mess up.
Where are those people who actually stick by you 100% when you mess up and aren't just there when it's all good?
Do those people even exist? How many "best friends" do you need to be hurt by before you just give up? Is all this
even worth it? It seems like i'm always the one in the wrong, or the one who always messes up. But what about when
you mess up you just take it out on me and i'm the bad guy. I guess that's just some more hurt, one more piece of my heart
gone. Ever stop to think what I go through? What I have to deal with everyday? The struggles of depression, bipolar, anxiety disorder
just are a great addition when we fight. So much for my "best friend forever" and my "forever and always". Now do you understand
why I push people away? It may be lonely but it stops all this hurt, I can worry about ME. Not worrying if your going to get upset
with me over nothing. Stops all the lying, the heartache, the useless fights. Time to do me.