You either do or you don’t. It’s that simple.

How is it fair to lead me on, tell me lies, and give me hope, if you KNOW none of it is true? Honestly, I’m a big kid, you can tell me the truth, I can handle it…I hope.

I’m sick of staying stuck in Wishy Washy Town. Population: You. Give me, just once, a straight forward answer. No excuses. No lies. Nothing. Just the freaking truth. That’s all I want. I can handle it…I hope.

Michaela Says,

Rip it off like a bandaid. Quick. It’ll hurt either way. But the quicker, the faster the pain will go away. I’m sick of dragging it out, prolonging the pain, when honestly, I think I know the truth anyways. But I’ll cling on until you tell me one way or the other. Because I won’t scew it up. I’ll let you do that. Because I care too much to just let you go. I made you my priority. I made up my mind. I’m only your option. Make up yours.