Feels like there's no getting through to you.

Sometimes, it feels like you're just an extra part of my life that's supposed to important.
But you're not. Or at least you don't make yourself that much of an importance to me because you'll always have better things to do.
I did have better things to do than to wait for you.
And now I think I will start finding for better things to do than to wait.
Other people know me better than you ever will.
Maybe not my temper.
But the personal things, my fears, my tears, my laughs, my smiles, my frustrations,my opinions.
Yea, other people, I can name a few, will know me better than you ever will.
There's supposed to be more to this. But if this is what you're willing to give, than I shouldn't be too eager to take what little you have to give.
There will always be that point of time when you just want to fuck it.
Fuck all the reasons.
and all the apologises.
and the same old cycle.
And I've reached that point.

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