16 February 2013

Sick



One moment someone jokes around and tells you how much he loves you, and then brushes you off as he rushes to be with his boyfriend for the night-- with the promise that tomorrow time will be set aside for me.

Ha, and who am I? What am I supposed to be? Some low life with no life waiting around for someone to come and comfort and reassure?

Is it not cruel?

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