I don't know if I should laugh, cry or rejoice.

You remind me so much of myself. All the stupid and pointless things I'd do. And willingly at that. Just hoping and wishing for that one in a million chance that things might turn around, that they'd realise how much I was willing to give up for them, how much I'd do for them.

But now I finally realise, that they probably do see it, but that's just that. It doesn't change anything.

And right now, I really don't blame them.

Yet one thing I don't understand is this..why don't they seem the least bit guilty or feel the least bit bad about it? Cause trust me, I do feel it. Every single day.