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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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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