The constant back and forth of love and hate.

I let the world disappear so I could be your anchor and supporter, and you let me sink at every opportunity—not even a gesture of help from your direction. I miss the moments that made me feel loved and cared for, like I was something other than just born into this world to do everything for everyone and get nothing in return.

You taught me how to be alone.

Silly me. Love isn’t for the pathetic and unpopular.

A.G