I want to tell you how shit you made me feel, how worthless you made me feel, how sad and disappointed you made me feel. But I won’t. Because the ironic thing is, I’d never want to make you feel the way you made me feel.
I want to tell you how shit you made me feel, how worthless you made me feel, how sad and disappointed you made me feel. But I won’t. Because the ironic thing is, I’d never want to make you feel the way you made me feel.