Time move on the way.

That’s the last straw, I Am Done Waiting For You To Get Your Shit Together I am finished trusting that you will answer my calls and messages. I am finished gazing at my telephone urgently needing the screen to illuminate and see your name on it. I will never again fixate myself over the way that many days have passed, and you are mysteriously gone. I’ve had it enough. I am finished. What’s more, this time without a doubt. Since you can’t drive love. You can’t persuade somebody to give you the time when you are the exact opposite thing that flies into their brain. I am finished making a special effort to see you. I am finished dropping plans and revising my timetable for you. On the off chance that you need to see me, you’ll try. What’s more, on the off chance that I have no different plans, perhaps I’ll see you. Be that as it may, this time it will be on my terms. Since I am finished with you leading me on. I am finished battling for somebody who does nothing other than dropping plans on me. That’s the last straw. I won’t allow you to baffle me any longer