I don’t want to resent you, but this is becoming too hard for me.
I’ve spent too many nights crying myself to sleep over my pathetic existance of loving someone who doesn’t love me the way I need you to.
I’m more angry with myself than anything.
The only thing you did wrong was get my hopes up.
Scratch that, I’m the one that got my hopes up.
You were just the “reason” for everything.
Somehow, part of me still screams that you’re worth it and you will always be worth it.
When will I be worth it?
(Source: try-andstopme, via threehundredpercent)
