I feel unwanted and unwilling to take the blame for things always falling apart. I am tired of being the backup plan, the one always waiting, the one who will understand and won't leave when the messages go ignored, or when something (or someone) better comes along. Are the good things and good changes in my life that unbearable for you? I can't care anymore. That's not friendship. None of it is.
I am done waiting at the bottom of your Bipolar Bullshit Roller Coaster, being swept up into the mess with no notice. Done. Done done done. I want so much I can't stand it. It feel it flowing rampant through my veins. Stop. Stop.
