#imsobroken

I hate myself for loving you...

You know what I’m tired of? I’m tired of people who say that they’re there for you and then one day they aren’t there for you anymore. Like a kid with a toy, loves it to the moon and back, and as it gets older and more damaged and used it’s loved less, then one day the toy is at the back of the closet or bottom of the box thinking, “Why? What did I do to deserve this? All I did was love you as much as I could.” And those “toys” who are in the dark corner of the closet are my favorite toys. Why? Because you are the toys who lasted the longest. Even when ignored, you were there. No matter what. Maybe forgotten, but still there no matter what. All of the toys now break after a while and get thrown away. So if you are one of those toys who’s still in the closet, collecting dust in the dark, if you aren’t picked up and dusted off in the next week or two, then you will be put on a fold out table in the driveway and someone who cares, who still wants to play will pick you up and buy you for little to no money and think “That was the best buy” and the warm feeling of love and being wanted will return and the cycle will start anew, except, you have battle scars from fighting all of those aliens, saving the day, and all of the monsters under the bed disappeared. Only, the closet may show up again and again. But no matter what you will still be there and will be put through so much bull shit that you can’t take it anymore and you just break. The moral of this is, don’t take to much bull shit to the point where you break. I’m tired of it. I just don’t want you guys being like me, a broken toy that no one wants to play with or buy from a yard sale. And if you read this, reblog and let everyone know. 3

I wish we would fight like we did. At least then there was some communication.........