I’m that bitch that complains about bitches complaining about their life. So in order to not seem like a hypocrite I’m going to complain here. Because I can.

I’m done being the only person to put in an effort, you want to talk to me like you say you do, try. Because I’m done sitting here waiting for you to text first, or reply with something other then “hahah :)” or “lol” I’m sick of being the only one who tries. You can’t keep coming back in my life and expect me to take you back in my arms. It always ends up hurting. Every time I think I’m over you, you say something sweet or you look in my eyes. This isn’t fair. I know you’re a flirt yet, I can’t help liking you. I actually thought this time would be different, but clearly you got bored fast.

If the fact that I talk to guys more the girls, because I find that I can trust them more, that they seem to listen better and I’m more comfortable around them, makes me a whore then I’m proud to be one.

We must become the change we want to see