I am exhausted from this BS we call relationship

Saturday

I am exhausted from this BS we call relationship

As I get older, i began getting softer. Maybe it is nearing the time of the month, maybe I am just emotionally unstable this past few days, call it – withdrawal syndrome, but I am just tired of all the BS. Sometimes I need to be slapped tight across the face to wake up from it all. I remember telling myself, never be with someone who doesn’t want to be with you. What the fuck am I doing now.


If you rather be with others, and then you don’t really need me here, to pass by time before the weekend arrives. I am tired of holding it back, being unhappy but being quiet about it. I don’t hint it, and you won’t let me say it. So here goes. I’m tired of this entire BS we call a relationship. I am fucking tired of this charade we call love. It’s a fucking mutually created delusion of lies for one another.

If you don’t want me, why am I even here? When you make reasons not to touch me, then wonders if others are. What sick perversion state do I have to keep this going on. I must really love you, or I’m just sick in the head. Shoot me. Fuck me. Literally. Just do so. If you are not, pass it around. This meat is going to waste. Here’s a secret, love is more than just holding hands.

Why the fuck am I still here? How the fuck did I get sucked into these for so long? If you rather make plans with or without me, why am I making plans to even see your face.

So, if you make plans on your own, without making any room for me. Just close the door behind you. I’m not something you just pass time with or just hang with when you don’t have other plans.