Not Worth It
"Why don't just leave him? Aren't you hurting enough?"
"…"
"Sakura, don't be stupid…"
"…"
"Sakura!"
"Its fine, it's over. You were right, he's a stinking bastard."
"…"
"And you know what?"
"…"
"I'll always love him, no matter what."
About two months ago...I found out what you did.
Smoke.
Drink.
Drugs.
I didn't like it. You knew about my family, my life. And I told you to stop.
"You don't control me." you said or, "I'll do what I want."
What about what I want? Does that matter to you? Do I matter to you?
No.
Apparently not, because the second that she asked you to stop, you did. You fuckingdid.
You'll always come up to me head held high, and walked like a damn king, "I haven't had a cigarette in five days."
"Congratulations." I would say. What did you expect? "Oh, I'm so fucking proud of you."?
Then you'd always reply, "Yeah. Anya didn't like me doing it." As if a cared, as if that was the most amazing thing that came out of your mouth
After that the only thing I managed to say was, "Oh." then I left. I walked away. This time I walked away from you and your stupid problems.
Anya on the other hand was another one of our friends. She too was in love with Sasuke. And he was in love with her. No one has any idea what it feels like to love someone, but only to know that they love someone else.
You.
Don't.
Know.
That.
Pain.
What I wanted to say was; "What about when I asked you stop? And all you said was that I didn't control you. What about then Sasuke? Do I even matter to you?"
I don't think I do. If I did wouldn't he have stopped when I asked him to? Every day I would ask him to stop and he would still give me the same answer. And I would keep bringing it up, and I would still get the same response. You know what? I don't even care anymore.
If you want to smoke fine.
Become an alcoholic...
Be.
My.
FUCKING.
Guest.
Just don't expect me anymore to be there for you.
No.
Go be with your precious girlfriend, because apparently...
I'm.
Not.
Worth.
It.
To.
You.
So...
Keep on rejecting my love and heart because apparently...
I.
Won't.
Care.
Anymore.
A/N; Oh, a little angst on the onside isn't it? RE-UPLOADED.