i sit like a damn dog. i stay for the praise and remain for the beating. All you need to do is butter me up again and i’ll stay for as long as you want. Sure, i’ll get upset. sure, i’ll try to leave. I can’t. I physically can’t. It’s like they’re some sort of FUCKING DRUG. I hate them. I hate them SO FUCKING MUCH. But i still talk to them. I still talk to them because i miss what we were. I need to get over it. i’m not their favorite anymore. it’s okay. their favorite won’t have that throne for long. we all get replaced someday.
they wouldn’t care if i left. but i stay, because i want us back. the ‘us’ that will NEVER come back.
i’m hurting, but i don’t want to acknowledge it.
they hurt me, and i acknowledge it. yet i do nothing about it.
because that’s what i am, aren’t i? a dumb dog.
