I'm Done

My fault for trying to give a fuck about you. My fault for even asking if you

were okay because I genuinely wanted to know and because I care unlike

other people. Trust, I won't do it again. I'm done with it. If you didn't want

to talk or at least talk to me, say it rather than ignore me. You make me feel

like I've done something wrong or you've just lost interest in me or maybe

you don't want to be my friend anymore. I'm done with all of this. I see how

it is. If I'm nothing like you or your friends or if we're not close friends, you

have no use for me or any interest in acknowledging me or my existence right?

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