Kinky's Bleusoup

Let our love rot

Friday, January 23, 2009

I'm not feeling well but he never asked anything about it.
Things like how am I feeling or have I been eating..
Not at all.

Once he's out with his friends he can leave me behind.
Don't even bother to ask about me. No messages no nothing.
I know I'm not a baby I don't expect you to take care of me but if you love me like you claimed, you'd want to know how I'm doing.

I miss love.

We can be in the same room all day doing seperate things. I never know how he feels since we have never really talked after being together..

There's not much interaction between us.
Writing all sorts of diary for him and all the emails that I don't get response from him.
I'm so upset because I can't do anything to change it. No matter how much effort I put in, things still remain like shit.

'Helpless'

Even so, he can spend all his time looking at other websites but my blog which he clearly knows this is where I grumble about my fucking life.

No effort to know me.

Not to say to know me better, he doesn't understand me at all. Why must I tell you how I want to be loved? Can't you just love me without asking how? You can't even freaking remember what brand of camera I use when you're the one who bought it with me and I use it so often?! All you can say is 'I'm forgetful'. Fine but how about trying to ask how I feel? It's really not all about you.

Let's just fuck it too.
Oh, fuck it.
Why cry?

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Posted by Wency @ 1:30 PM |