My Scars
6:08 p.m.

I hate how you expect me to be the shoulder to cry on, but refuse to tell me what's wrong.

I'm sick of dealing with all your shit. I'm sick of everyone's shit. I don't care anymore. I give you my trust and what do you give me? Nothing! Don't expect much from me unless you are willing to give back.

You know I love you, but you should respect me. Being a bestfriend isn't an easy job. You should know, but do you? I don't think you do. I don't have your shoulder to cry on.

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