*** TO : 17/10 (6Xb"PASq)
It’s been almost half a year since I last saw you and I think I’m starting
to be okay without you. Truth is, you weren’t really there. For the past
twelve months, I’ve been prioritizing someone who never once put forth the
same effort as I did. Never once did I wake up to missed calls or sweet
long texts from you. All the people around me would brag about the adorable
things their girlfriend would do for them and never once was I able to.
Never once did you make me feel truly loved when you said that you loved me.
Never once did you ever showed me that you cared slightly about the things
that was on my mind; telling me wasn’t enough, but you never cared about
that either. You thought that you could have me whenever you wanted me and
god, you were right. I was there for you when you had no where else to go.
I was there for you when no one else was. I was there for you to make you
feel loved, to make you feel anything, when you couldn’t. I was there for
you, always, whenever you needed me, I dropped everything for you. But
when were you there for me? Sure, you were there when I hit rock bottom,
when I thought that my world was ending. You told me you loved me and you
wanted to make me happy, but I never told you that you were the reason I
wasn’t. You were the reason I couldn’t eat. You were the reason I went days
without sleep. You were the reason I got as bad as I did. You were the
reason I started taking Prozacs and Adderalls. You thought you could fix me,
but you were the reason I was broken in the first place. I was a fucking
object to you, and I accepted it. I built you up in my mind, I made you
the center of everything and that blocked my view of the reality of who you
are. And who you are is a fucking asshole.
I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. You are a reckless and hurtful
person and I never want to see you or speak to you ever again. I can’t even
look at you anymore, all I see is this stranger that _once meant everything
to me. I really am done with you.