You Know...

Sometimes I feel bad about the way I hurt you.
But then I remember all the ways you hurt me.

The lonely days.
The sleepless nights.
Crying until 2 in the morning.
Feeling like a lousy person just because you were having a bad day.
Feeling like the whole world was against me.
Never satisfied.
Always wondering if there was something better out there for me.
Knowing that there WAS something better out there for me.
Wasn't happy whenever I showed up to see you.
Wasn't happy after I saw you, either.
Feeling much happier with other friends than with you.
Constantly worrying about what you said and who you said it too.
Worrying how those people felt about me.
Feeling like my back was against the wall and everyone was against me.

Suddenly I don't feel so bad.