i dont even know why i bother anymore.

you dont appreciate a thing im doing for you. i dont even know why im doing all this shit. i dont know why im so worried about doing all that junk just for you. and you dont care at all. it means nothing to you. I mean nothing to you. do i really?

you dont care that im so worried for you. you dont care that im going through so much just for you. you dont care that i have sacrificed so much for you. three words: you. dont. care.

so really, im not seeing why i should now, because im wasting my life away, worried about someone who isnt even half as worried about herself. so why do i bother? i have no idea.

if you feel that i care too much, then voice it out; ill back off. ill leave you alone. you dont have to act as though you dont care. well, i mean, maybe you really dont, then nothing can be done on my part can it? i'd rather give up.

i am so bothered by this bloody thing that i cannot concentrate and work properly. somehow, one way or another it links back to the whole situation. every little thing reminds me something of you. its annoying, because im trying to forget.

to you, im just like a replacement right? a fill-in. someone you go to because your friends arent there. but once you're surrounded, you dont even bother looking at me. fine. if thats the way you want it.

why am i yearning for so much more? if i really cared, then i would be happy just focusing all my attention for you even if i get nothing in return right? right, if all my efforts were actually appreciated. but in this case, apparently not.

and if you dont think im talking about you, then you're probably the one im talking about.