Fight for yourself, for once. Maybe you could show me a little sign that you still think that something can blossom from all of this nonsense we've had for the past four years. Do you know that I am so tired of you already? Do you know that I feel so pathetic for waiting after last night, waiting that you'd come around and give me your game plan? Do you know that I am so sick of seeing you with him? Do you know how much it triggers my anger that he had to tell you to talk to me? That he had to tell you what to tell me? How heartless. If he tells you what to say, where the crap do you fall into place? Do you know that I get hurt when you hurt him? Do you know how much Ive been trying to convince him that everything will be okay? Do you know that your lame excuse about "Boys are stupid." is far more childish than the love he has for you? Do you know how much it hurts to see the one you love walk away, pretending that nothing even happened? Do you know how it feels for him to see you with him, oblivious and pretending that it doesnt bother him? Do you know how much you've done? At all? Do you know that your presence is only irritating me at this moment? No. You dont. Because you cant hear me out, and I cant hear you ... well, at all. And thats the problem here. Youre only here when our life is full of rainbows and butterflies. So who's going to be there when all I have left are clouds of gray and empty promises? Not you. Not you, at all.

And heres another problem here.
I still love you. Nonetheless. And I'd fight for this so much. If only you knew how much I wanted this. And if only you knew how to reciprocate such a thing.