Even a doormat can get tired of being stepped on.
You know, what gets me the most, is the sore lack of pride and surety in being associated with me in a certain way, and how I'm wanted and thought of only when it is convenient.
Enough is enough; every girl deserves to be loved and... valued, treasured. To have an important person who actually shares his life with her.
Not treated as... a convenience, or a plaything.
But the fault is as much mine as it is his - for wanting too much, for needing too much, and for not being strong enough to extricate myself from a ridiculous and hopeless situation. It's not someone's fault if they don't want you, huh. Maybe more mine.
Or maybe no one's; if you can't live with someone you can't live with someone.
The trouble is, what if you can't live with them... and without them?
But I guess for my sanity and happiness, I have to try.
Wish me luck.
:1:06 PM: :sugah~plum