Me:you can talk to me whenever you feel bad! I'll always be there for you
    Me:*bottles up problems* *doesnt talk about it with anyone* *lays in bed instead of trying to solve my own problems*

are you really that fucking stupid and selfish?
you’re the one who fucked me over and im the one who got hurt but i have never tried to contact you- because you aren’t worth my time or energy. and you’re the one who won’t fucking leave me alone. like I don’t want to waste even .02 of a second reading something you wrote. stop trying to contact me. ive wasted enough of my life on you.

there’s literally like five people i never want to speak to me ever again

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied