You know what amazing…you speak of your age and me not wanting to be with you-sex wise. But when you are hurt, you forget the million times you hurt me, constantly, on a consistent time. I’m tired of asking you the same questions!

“Are you coming?” I would ask.

“You’re sure!” I ask again.

“Yes…! I’m coming. And if you ask me one…more… time…! I’m not coming anywhere again!”

That’s your favorite line. You must ask yourself-How much she’ll take. Does she love me that much? I’m tired! And fed the hell up! It’s time you take a look at yourself.

You hurt people with no remorse! No apology! No calls! Not even a simple text! I sometimes wonder if you can read.

Try to do something!

I’m too young to put up with your BS. I don’t want anyone else… but you’re forcing my hand.