You know how madly, deeply, crazy in love I am with you. 
You know that whatever you do, I'd forgive you.
I hate that you know all of that.
I hate to see you take advantage of those weaknesses I have.
I hate to see you enjoy hurting me just because you know I'd still love you in spite of everything. 

I KNOW I'M NOT IMPORTANT. I KNOW. I KNOW. I KNOW.
NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE!
a big thanks to damn all of you for hurting me. 

But you always tell me you know that you're hurting me. Well, your actions speaks the other way around. I've been such a fool when I loved you, but never think that my mind is trash. I's still in reality. I know what's happening. I know that you're hurting me and it's too much. 

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It hurts me whenever you ask me if I'm ok after doing something that caused my tears to flow all over my face. Are you fucking stupid???? 
Everyone gives up on me eventually.
I don’t feel good enough for any of my friends.
I know I probably should, but honestly, I don’t regret it at all.
I’m not sure how much longer I can handle going to school.
 Actions speak a hell of a lot louder than a text ever will.