Classy and Sassy

I thought you caring for someone else was hard, but that changed when you wanted my opinion on your love letter to her. Now, that was torture.

All I know is that, if you choose me, I will love you til the world ends and then forever more. Just take my hand, and let's go on an adventure that we will tell the generations to come after us. Me and you.

There once was a girl name X. Her best friend was Z. One day, a boy named P came around. X fell in love with P. P dumped her, and left X in pieces. Z, as any best friend would do, picked up her friend's broken parts, and she put her together again. They were so happy, but X still loved P. P came around again, and X fell right under his trap again. He left again, but this time X didn't let her best friend help her. X only wanted P. Z felt worthless because she so desperately wanted to help her friend, but her friend simply didn't want her. Z stayed with her best friend because that's what you do with you best friend. X still left Z out of her troubles because she simply didn't want her. X ,feeling unwanted, left Z because she simply deserved better. She had picked her up, but she wasn't good enough to help her again. That's not even the sad part. The sad part is: P never came back because he never loved X, but Z loved X. X just simply didn't want her "best friend". Moral: Friends over boys. Thanks. See ya. xoxo. -Anna

When people ask me how I am, I say "I'm tired-", and that's when I cut myself off. What I want to say is "I'm tired of fighting for people who aren't fighting for me, but they won't realize their lack of action because they're too busy with themselves. They are inconsiderate, but they tell me what I want to hear. I can't believe I'm letting people walk all over me, but I love them back. That's the worse part." That's why I don't tell everyone everything in my head. It's too vulnerable.

I'm fed up with this nonsense. So, ugh. I don't even have the energy to rant. I just want to leave school right now. I just wanna move on with my life. This has been the worst week of my life. Stop this bull shit. Please. I'm tired, and I just wanna hear you ask me how I am because you haven't lately. I'm drowning, but you think it's a game.

Why am I not enough? I love you so, and you say you love me. Why don't you love me enough to tell me what's going on in your brain? I understand pushing people out. I used to do it too until I found someone I loved too much to push away. You say I'm the best thing that's happened to you, but why am I being pushed away the most? You're scared? So, tell me. Just, please, don't let me suffer anymore.