l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle

you don't have a fucking inch of empathy. let me tell you, my enthusiasm has dried up like a puddle of water in the sahara desert. i've tried my best to get that precious trust which i didn't have a measly share even though i was your girlfriend. do you know how that feels? a relationship with someone is based simply on mutual trust. you don't even trust me. each time you have a problem you don't even tell me. instead you make me sound like as if i'm invading your privacy. i'm telling you, i had enough of this fucking shite. you meant more than anything else until you convinced me that i was just being expendable.

you contemplated whether to be serious or continue to be a player. and you have the cheek to say i play around with guys. who's the player now?

i'm not going to sit around and wait for your mood to be a better one so we can have a nice chat whereby 5 minutes later you'll tell me you're going to prepare to go out. i'm fucking tired consoling myself that this is just the way you are and i should just accomodate.

by the way, don't even fucking doubt the love i had for you. it was always there, you just never realised it because you were too oblivious. way too caught up in your problems. and of course, i was never needed.