pisanthrophobia
philophobia
christina.
It’s so easy for me to notice. No matter how much they may deny it, I know for a fact that they’re tired of me. I annoy them, I bore them, I make things awkward and uncomfortable for them; they just don’t want me around anymore. It hurts even more trying to convince myself that I’m wrong, even though it’s plain to see. I feel pathetic for putting in effort to keep people in my life that don’t want me around.
(Source: nickysaurusrex, via fuckingwitdapopo)
January: Everything was new, we were inseparable.
February: We couldn’t get enough of each other, wanted to show each other off.
March: Slowly leaving me for your buddies, you broke up with me when I fought back.
April: I took you back. We appreciated each other more, spent more time with “couples.”
May: I pushed you to be the bigger man, you broke up with me when I called you out.
June: Everything was a train wreck. We were on and off 3 times.
July: Your last month home, you got drunk with all your friends. I took you back anyhow.
August: We were so in love.
September: The distance was no match for how powerful our love was for each other.
October: You slowly stopped appreciating me and all that I had done for you.
November: We fought all the time. I stayed with you hoping you would change.
December: We were so excited to see each other. You bought me a ring for Christmas.
January: You broke up with me and spent your last 2 weeks home getting drunk with your friends.
February: I’m not taking you back this time.
