Is it too much of me to want you to feel the guilt and remorse that comes with all your words, actions, and decisions? I want you to know that you affect me with the simplest roll of the eye. I want you to recognize the pain and hurt associated with me. I want you to think about how I feel for once--put me first when it matters most to me.
I used to wave away these feelings, tell myself I didn't matter as long as you were happy, but you told me otherwise. Now I'm just tired... of thinking, keeping it all in like a massive reservoir of negative emotions. My walls are cracking and you're not helping the least bit.
What do I do when talking to you doesn't work--when trying is no longer beneficial to me or to you? Is this the end? Helplessness again?
Sigh, pizza didn't even help. Nor did tacos. Maybe I'm having another one of those attention-deficient days. Maybe we should all become dogs... or burritos... or sea lions. Yeah, sea lions.