I am tired of making excuses. Tired of telling myself I am the bad guy here. Tired of feeling too guilty and too truthful. Tired of not knowing the right amount of surrender.
It’s not possible for someone to have no flaws. But every time, every fucking time I am the one who realizes I’ve been overreacting and it isn’t a big deal and consider myself so tiny to bow before him as if he was my entire universe.
Tell me something, WHO THE FUCK would snatch away his phone away from you, and would go the extent of physically hurting you in the process if the phone did not contain anything worth hiding. No just who. Who would. This is more than my brain can argue for, or make excuses for. Everytime I’m fucking there, I hurt. And then later when the story is being told my god, he hasn’t done anything wrong and I had been hurting for apparently nothing. I’m tired of being manipulated like this. I am tired of ego struck maniacs. I just want a humble soul.
She Was Sea 