I Miss You

I just keep listening to music to hold this shit together and it’s not working

2 years of hearing about you sleep with your coworkers. It’s like the world doesn’t care, but it’s still there for me. I still can’t move past anything. I still wanna kill James, still wanna kill David, still wanna kill Angela, still wanna fight April, still hate so many things.. one day somebody’s gonna think about me and my feelings and actually try to help me figure this shit out

You want to hear my thoughts just to know them, not to help or do anything useful to help. I’m just a small project to you, something to set aside and I’m supposed to just have things I want and dreams and pains and worries and I’m a person. But nah, you hear what’s wrong and you say okay, and we just keep on going. The worst feeling after pouring out your heart to someone is to hear that they actually DONT give a shit, to hear that what you feel is just meh, just how it is, get over it. Makes me regret speaking to you in the first place.