You always find a way to question my worth as a human being. I know I'm far from perfect, but I also know I'm far from the inexcusable person you seem to think I am. Every single time I isolate myself, feel the need to be alone... it's because I don't know what to think of myself. It's because you made that happen. And dammit, my pride can only hold so much. It still hurts. I'll never show it, but the more I keep that from you, the worse I am to you.
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