What’s the point in being someone’s inspiration when they leave you on the shelf like a trophy. You should be the one thing great enough to turn him around, but you’re not. He’s too wrapped up in his own sense of self loathing that instead of truly loving you he merely says so to make himself feel better.
But time after time you’re proven what you’re thinking is right, and time after time he says he’ll change.
But he won’t… Will he?
I feel like I can’t trust anyone. Like all everyone does is lie to my face for the moment. Why am I so unworthy of your truth?
I don’t think I will ever understand the opposite sex, I’m very, very, close to signing up for lonerism/nerd/cat lady for the rest of my life. Books and cats never let me down. 😥