It's been days since we've properly spoken, or atleast made a conversation. I'm devastated by the fact that she means more than me, in your eyes. I miss those days, where we would just talk on the phone and tell each other the most random things. Your company brought me joy. It gave me hope that perfect men do exist. It made me trust you and believe that you were my everything. Ofcourse I'm a bit young to say that now, but I'm pretty damn serious. You seem to avoid me now. And cos I'm not a nutcase, I would actually just keep quiet about it and not make such a big deal. You give her the attention I use to get. Am I that hideous to look at? You've always said you need a girl that appreciates you. That appreciates the effort you put into a relationship. But what about me? I need your appreciation too. You do not know how much I go through just to make you happy, just to make you satisfied. I try so hard to not hurt your feelings, cause you're so damn sensitive. Guess what man, I've had enough of your shit. I'm tired of moping around and feeling bad for myself. I'm not your second choice. And I never will be.
