I’m tired. Tired of being patient, tired of just letting things slide, tired of trying to do the right thing, not for myself but him.
He’s made me hate myself when I could barely love myself. It’s suffocating, some days I can barely breathe.
He tells me he loves me and promises me the world, every day. But all that‘s burning in the back of my mind is how his sister publicly made a statement insinuating he could do better than me or the time he asked his ex to wait for him.
I am not good enough and I know this, just don’t ask me to try and be better. Let the world mold me into what I could be, not what you want me to be.
She Was Sea 