You, me, this.
You make me feel as if I’m not even worth your time. As if being with me takes minutes away from your valuable time that you could be spending time with someone else that suits you better. Why do I bother? Because as much as it kills me, I always seem to dwell in the stupid past. I feel like there’s a part of you that wasn’t always this way. Like if I allow myself to let go, I’m giving up memories that we’ve once had, experiences we’ve once shared. But people change. I’ve learned that the hard way. And sometimes, you just have to move on. We’re both moving at the same rate, same distance, but in totally different directions. Tears form behind my eyes when I finally realize that the one person I could once talk to about anything, the one person who I once couldn’t spend a waking moment without, the one who made me laugh unconditionally, the one person who was there to cheer me up when I was sad is now just another person I just once knew.

you're right i am jealous

call me human