Rant.
I’m so sick of reaching out my hand to people and they never appreciate it. I’m sick of being “nice” when all I really want to do is say what’s really on my mind. I’m sick of always being the one to reach out. I’m sick of always being there. Im sick of being in a bad mood because of you. Your put downs, your selfishness, your let downs. Enough. Enough reaching, enough smiling, enough acting like everything is okay. I know now what I refused to see long ago. Things happen and people change. This was fun while it lasted but I’m content with it coming to an end. This is your fault, you did this, you ended it. I just hope they don’t say “I told you so”.
Sincerely,
Anonymous.
