what am i to you?

am i really the most special guy in your recent life? then why do you treat me like SHIT?

i still can't believe that you once hoped me to rot in hell after all that i did to you. i wouldn't go that far, i would never curse you. for months i tried my best to show how much i really care about you. and i think i'm tired, because it's going nowhere. uh, fuck it. i don't give a shit about it anymore, i'm ready to be heartbroken.

life's not fair, maybe that's just the way it is.

so what am i to you?

a driver?
an escape?
a lover?
a negative person?
a smartypants person?
a person to-rot-in-hell to?

let's just hope for a miracle.