yesterday he broke my ribs.
literally.
My friend, his little brother, him and me played a game of golf.
Towards the end, i was atleast 200m away from him, practically behind a tree.
He hit the ball and it flew at me without me knowing, smashed my ribs.
I didn't cry. Why?
Was i too embarrassed infront of him?
And you know what got me.
The fact that he casually just walked over,
whilst i was on the ground holding my rib in pain.
and said 'fuck that would've hurt, are you okay?' and he slightly grinned.
no sorry or anything.
For someone who has so much to say over MSN and Text.
He's piss weak in the real life
And just looking back at the year, me changing my appearance, changing my lifestyle.
just so he'll like me.
Just makes me cry, and want to scream.
If yesterday didn't prove that a game is more important to him,
then hell, why the hell do i love him.
why the fuck can't i let go.
he's not worth my time.
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He text me this morning
"i never said i don't love you"
i said "then what, because i am so, so confused. I need to know. I can't waste my life waiting for you."
and you know what he said?
"How's your ribs?"
i hate to love him.
i hate myself for loving him.
i don't know how much longer i can wait.
i'm growing up,
but when will i finally want to grow up?
ps. i'm thinking of making a video for you guys. instead of writing how i feel, express it through video for you all.
Tell me how you feel about this, yes or no? thanks <3

