Your story reminds me of someone I was once — the girl that was tirelessly trying to make the relationship work.

Do you even want me? Am I even a priority in your life? Why does it take you hours to respond to me? We were supposed to hang out. What happened?

Constantly looking for validation from him because you need him to tell you that you’re important because you’re not sure. You know in your gut that this isn’t right, it isn’t what you want, but you can’t help but to keep giving him chances. You keep trying to make it work because real love is to keep trying right?

Update:

I’ve taken this post down because I wrote it for “the shits and giggles” but it was taken too seriously. Many of you don’t know who I am and don’t understand my dry humor so I realized it’s best to take this down to prevent misinterpretation. Also this post didn’t align with my blog’s theme of positivity, so it was time for it to go.

I want my blog to be a place of positivity and inspiration, so I will no longer be posting about controversial things even though I love talking about them.

Peace out Girl Scouts.