No way in hell #2
My heart feels:: angry
I will not show you that I care if you don't care about me. I'm a good actor, remember?
I will not ask what's wrong, if you fail to care when I'm down.
I will not explain what's wrong on my own. Why should I?
I will not call if you don't call me. Ever.
I will not make things easy on you.
I will not smile and be nice if I don't want to.
I will smile and be nice, and I will be happy or will appear to be if I will want to.
I will not show you it hurts.
I will not explain what hurts if it is stupid.
I will not explain what hurts if it will only fill your ego more.
I will explain if it will not embarass me and if you genuinely care.
I will not crawl after you. Nobody deserves that.
I will not beg you to listen to me.
I will not pretend that I'm not mad.
I will pretend it's ok if it will suit me. I will be damn good at it.
I will expect you to make the first move. I have too many times before.
I will not expect you to understand this. Nor will I expect you to know it's about you.
I do not expect you to even read it.
I do not expect you to give it a moment's thought if you do.
I do not expect for things to be like they were.
I do not expect you to call me unless you need something from me anymore. Those days are gone, huh?
I expect that if you do read it, get it and care that wou will be quite insulted.
I will pretend I don't enjoy in it.
I will pretend that's not the point.
I will pretend it was about somebody else.
I don't expect to knock some sense into you.
I don't expect you want sense to be knocked into you.
But don't expect me to show you I care.






