I realized that the only person who has to hear me, is me.
There are a million different things I would like to tell you; but you never wanted to listen, so I just stopped trying.
I don’t feel bad about that. For it not working out? Yes. But not for saying enough is enough.
I am not all to blame.
Your stories just keep getting more and more outlandish, and it makes me feel kind of stupid that I’ve stuck around for as long as I have.
I wanted to believe so bad it was you and me, but it’s not.
I don’t need that anymore. I need someone who’d never give up on me, and knows my worth despite the demons I fight.
I need me.
My resentment is turning to motivation. I’m motivated to remain happy no matter what.
J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me