Over & over again I wait for you. I’m so tired of it, of everything. You know what’s the problem? You’re so consumed with yourself, you forget I’m even here. You always talk down on me and constantly blame everything on me. Am i that much of a failure to you? Do you even realize how much I’ve given up for you? Obviously not. I don’t know why I bother waiting around when you could care less whether I’m alive or not.