whiplash

you told me to be myself so i was. then you told me i was too much so i stopped being myself to keep you around. you didnt like that and told me i was too fake for doing that. so i started showing my true colors a little bit at a time and you told me i needed too much attention. so i stopped. i stopped messaging you. i stopped caring. i stopped. because i cant put up with the whiplash all the back and forth you do gives me.

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