I know you're busy. I know you have your sons. I know you're busy with work and with all your goals and plans of being "successful". I know all this. But I also know that if you wanted to see me, you would. Which only tells me, you'd really care less. Only when it's convenient for you. Only when I insist. Only when you're "in the mood", I guess. And I, I am like your toy.
Why did I ever think you loved me? And no matter what I do, no matter how supportive or how much I try to motivate you and cheer you on, it will never be enough for. I will never be enough...
8:25 p.m. - 2019-01-25
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