You try to hurt him, because you don’t care about him, but it actually means that you care more than he will ever care. He hurts you, but he doesn’t care, because he doesn’t know he is hurting you. He doesn’t think about you.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
i love you but you keep on pushing me away that i’m starting to get tired of it