Monday, 1 March 2010.

If I were really that inconsiderate
that uncaring
the horrible person
you make me out to be
wouldn't somebody else
have noticed?


So forget about me, this is clearly your problem.
Maybe you're the screwed-up one.
The one who put pressure on me, the one who tried to make me change the very way I think.
I told you more about myself than I ever told anyone else.
I cared, I trusted in your friendship.
And since that trust has been broken,
I don't have to trust you anymore,
and I'm perfectly free to raise an eyebrow and wonder
if this is just another step in your plans.
So I screwed up.
Multiple times.
You know I meant well.
If you give up on me just like that,
without even telling me where I went wrong
then you can't even expect me to care anymore.

{ 8:36 am }