I have to convince myself that everything was a big, fat lie.
It’s my only escape. I have to believe that what we had is a freakin game. That you never loved me. That you never cared. That all those kisses and hugs mean nothing. That I was never special. That I am just one of your girls. That you were never afraid to lose me.
I have to convince myself that I didn’t fall for a jerk. That I didn’t make the wrong decision by choosing you. That I was just playing with you all along.
I know this sucks. To pretend that everything isn’t real. That it’s just a nightmare and that you’d get over it the next morning.
But hell yeah. This is reality. I have to believe that I wasn’t that dumb to believe you. It numbs the pain and it makes me hate you less. I just have to.
"I'm sorry I cant ever live up to your expectations. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. but sorry again, because I never will be."
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