I don’t think you’ve ever loved me.

You say you love me. You say you want this to last, yet you show me no effort. No calls. No visits. It was my birthday yesterday. You magically “got sick.” Today you didn’t do anything, yet still didn’t come over to try to make up for yesterday. I can’t stand you sometimes, but it’s hard to picture things without you. You’re a bitch. I’ve been here all along. Always. And you can’t even make an appearance. I can’t do this. I won’t. You make me miserable and you wear on my faith of humanity. I would try to fix this, but you’ll never change and we both know that.