Does it matter to stay here waiting for you?
Fed up of waiting and trying to figure excuses for your disappearance..
Why it must be me all the time who’s standing by the door waiting for you!!
Wishing to hear about you?
Does it even worth it all this effort?
Putting yourself in others shoes doesn’t always fulfilled your questions!!
Please understand me!! I’m having a bad time!!
I can’t talk now!! I’m not in a good mood now!!
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Does it look like I care?
Why does it have to be me the one who must understand this shitty situation all the time??
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p.s. I don’t Know why i become so gloomy and offensive in my writing :\
