fool me once- shame on you, fool me more times than i can count- shame on me.

I used to know why I’d let you walk all over me, and I’d just get up, brush off, and open my arms wide to welcome you back. Now I’m losing patience, understanding and the ability to be shoved back down every time I attempted to regain composure. Losing the will to try, care, and give a flying fuck. And after this, I honestly don’t know if I have the strength to overcome this.