I think it’s funny that the entire time you were trying to get me, all you would post on Tumblr were things about how I would fake on you, or how you wanted me so bad. But in the end, you fucked me over. You chase me for basically five months. FIVE MONTHS. And when I actually start to really fucking like you, you run away. I understood that you had a lot on your plate. I may not exactly understand what you’re going through and I probably never will, all I know is I would have been there for you. Through it all. Good or bad. I never judged you. & To this day I still defend you when people talk shit about you. I’ve put myself through a lot of shit for you. You always come back to me when things didn’t work out with someone else. I’m not going to be that person you have to fall back on anymore. I’m worth more than that. & I’m sure as hell not going to sacrifice my happiness any longer than I already have. I just can’t comprehend how you can change so quickly, and push the person who cared the most away. I’m probably not the best at expressing my feelings, but you should have known that I wouldn’t just spend the night at your house every weekend, or hang out with you all the time because I didn’t have anything better to do. I sacrificed a lot of time for you. I did it because I wanted to be with you. Nothing that you’re going through can justify how you just played with my feelings. You’re probably never going to find someone who cared about you as much as I did. And I know you’re going to see this and quite frankly, I really don’t give a shit. 

(Source: c0rruptangel)