February 2012
Going to sleep with a broken heart
I don’t know how someone can treat another person with so much inexplicable disregard for another’s feelings. I don’t know why you try to hide what doesn’t need to be hidden. I don’t know how I’m apparently the bad one in this mess. I don’t know how you can foolishly give away your entire life for some piece of shit guy who obviously is toxic and cruel. I don’t know how a friend of four years can be turned into a stranger in a matter of minutes.
I don’t know why losing a friend is like losing a lover. I feel just as broken hearted as I ever have with previous boyfriends, if not more. I don’t know how the sweet, selfless and beautiful person that you once were has been so grossly manipulated and changed by some disgusting, misogynistic, narcissistic, broke, alcoholic, lactose-intolerant, half-deaf, epileptic, unemployed, high school dropout who doesn’t have any ambition or care for anyone but himself.
He’s changing you into him. You’re becoming just as manipulative, just as cruel, just as self-centered and thoughtless as he is. And it sickens me. I am so grateful that you are on birth control and hopefully will not be trapped with this prick forever. I hope that one day you will realize that you are dating a pile of trash and that you deserve infinitely greater for yourself and could easily find it if you weren’t so narrow minded.
Your boyfriend doesn’t even like Doctor Who or Sherlock, for God’s sake! Two things you adore! Red flag!
All kidding aside though, this boy is going to kill you and you can’t even see it. I pity you, and I will spend the night nurturing my broken heart.
Wow it is 900% past my bedtime
Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Brand New
If it makes you less sad, I’ll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I’ll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I’ll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It’s cold as a tomb, and it’s dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed.You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
