Journal 3

Tbh, I just want to walk away. You don’t put me first as I put you first, you don’t respect me as I respect you, you don’t wait for me as I wait for you. I’m tired of chasing you as you chase someone else, pretending that you don’t know the obvious outcome, and just hurting everyone with your actions because you’re being selfish. What the hell was I thinking? You say I have anger issues, but the truth is I’m angry because I view and treat you as an equal in my life, but I feel like I am just secondary to and beneath the one you’re so dependent on. It’s so one-sided. You’re so forgiving to that person, but not me. You’re so kind to that person, but not me. You stand up for her, but not me. You sacrifice for her, but not me. You hurt me if it means making her happy. Anyone would be angry in my shoes. I’m there for you whenever you need me to be. Whenever, without fail. If I needed you and she stood in the way, you wouldn’t show up. How shitty does that make me feel? Of course I’m angry. My heart is broken because your actions are telling me that I am here for your entertainment and my actions tell you that I’m here for life. We’re just not on the same page, and you’re completely blind to that. The step after the anger is the numbness. You’ll cease to exist to me and I will cease to exist to you. It’s the only way to protect myself from such betrayal of all these dreams and promises of words that never even had a chance at fruition.

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