dearash

I see right through you, whether you believe it or not. I see the games and I definitely can feel the bullshit. I believe that you do care about me, and I think that you think you care about me more than you actually do. I think you’re tricking yourself into wanting me, because why’d it take so long? I might’ve changed, and I might not be the girl that you used to want, but apparently that isn’t stopping you. You saw a different side to me a year ago, but that side, I’m afraid to say, is gone. I’m not blaming this on you, I’m blaming it on myself, because I let you in. I didn’t know any better, and that’s my fault. But I’m okay now. I’m okay with saying ‘no, lets just be friends’ even though a part of me wishes you would have said all this two weeks ago, nothing is going to change. I don’t want it to change. I like how it is now