Ask and you shall be given.
I'm sick of asking. If you really wanted to spend more time with me, you would offer so yourself. Why does it have to be me that asks for it? It's as though you don't even care whether I'm going to be there or not; like my presence is negligible - good to have, but not exactly something you want or need.
You say you give me liberty and whatever I ask, you'll do. But you know how pathetic it is to always be the one asking, begging, pleading?
I'm sorry, but even though I may desperately desire it, I can't stand constantly feeling like shit being the one who's on my knees begging all the time.
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Why can't everything just be okay?
I guess it will after I cry myself to sleep.
Again.
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