Sometimes I wonder if what I have in thought about the things You do when I'm not around are actually true. What if the past is actually repeating itself. What if the reasons to Your weird behaviour is because of a reason I do not even want to know whether it is true or not. I'm just tired of hurting and tired of caring. I'm tired of pleasing and being accused. As long as You are still by my side, it is enough for me.
But this time, I think I'm the one screwing up.