I am very fed up with this self pitty. I'm doing fine. I can do fine. I will do find later. Right now, I'm a mess. But that will change. Soon. In a few months. Four months, if I can believe the statistics. In four months I'll have forgotten about you. Well, not forgotten about you, but I won't feel bad anymore. It doesn't matter. You've stopped feeling bad two months ago.
If only there were words that could change your mind. If there were words that I could tell you that would love me again.
Begging is not the answer. I've read that. I've read that there are no words anymore to change your mind. I cannot say any words anymore that can make you think differently of me. I cannot convince you anymore that I can do better, that I can do the same things this guy is doing to you. I can take you for dinner. I can take you to places where you want to go. I can have walks with you. I can do that, for real. But I'll never be able to convince you.
I don't want anybody else.
I don't ever want anybody else.
Self pitty. Self pitty. All this bloody self pitty.
Change my mind, universe.
Change her mind, universe.
Do something.