Screwed up.

I really love the way you treat me. Making me feel 2 inches tall, making me believe you love me. Funny thing is, you don’t, but I do love you. “I don’t want a relationship yet” fuck off you’ve had 10 months to decide this. Yesterday, the way you made me feel so upset and hurt made me pick up that blade! Thank you very fucking much! Thank you for being the one to make me slice at my skin. Yes, it was your fault. You never used to be like this. Why all of a sudden have you changed? Funny how you say Jump and expect me to say How high… funnier thing is though I do say how high. Now tell me straight, what the fuck is going.  I’m far too screwed up to put two and two together.