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I can hear you snor from inside the bedroom, completely unaware that you broke my heart again. Will you ever wake up and call my name, realizing I'm not there by your side? I did.

You called me Kermit. I sang the song. I usually do silly stuff like that. I always thought my guy would love me for it. For who I am.

You said my name the way you do when you think I'm nothing but annoying. Then you turned your back on me. I was resting on your shoulder.



I kept thinking about how you made me cry of happiness two years ago when you claimed your love to me. Half year later you made me cry of sorrow for the first time. You made me feel unpretty. You always used to make me feel pretty.

In February, or January, you broke my heart for the first time. It's not yet healed. And you keep on tearing of the stings. You  looked at me in disgust and you were angry. Because of weight gain.

I cried my heart out lying by your side. Facing the wall. You never realize that you make me cry. Next morning, I can't remember, but I think I was ready to forgive you. You wanted sex. I thought it was over. Then you got angry because you couldn't find your one sock. I broke again.



You always come with guilt afterwards, but I don't want you to be sorry. I just want you to stop what's causing the guilt.



I will not stay, not like this. I don't feel very welcome anymore. I miss myself.