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I'm Brittney, If you thought you knew me, think different. This is my life in third person and words that rhyme. If there aren't quotes, I wrote it.

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Stop reminding me.

We’ve been having the same conversation for over a year now. I never take your advice, because I like the pain I’m in. I’d rather have him break my heart every single day then have to go to sleep knowing I’d never talk to him again. Yes, I know it’s unhealthy, but that’s just the way it is.

Do I get tired of crying myself to sleep every night?

Of course I do. Everyday I wake up and re-realize that he doesn’t love me. I rediscover that my hearts broken, and as my head is pounding, I remember that i cried for hours the night before.

I know he doesn’t care. Stop reminding me.

I know he’s moved on. Stop reminding me.

I know you think I’m better off without him. Stop reminding me.

I know I’m a pathetic, needy, annoying, emotional wreck. Stop reminding me.

Please, Stop Reminding Me.

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