The amount of **** you’ve put me through ******* hurts and yet I still care about you.
I wish I didn’t care about you, it would make me stop thinking you’ll actually come back. I know you won’t but there’s a part of me that hopes that I mean enough to you to make you want to ever talk to me again, but I know that’s not the case.
This is the worst I’ve ever felt and it’s worse because you meant so much to me. I told you stuff I’ve never told anyone, you made me feel safe and listened to and that things were going to be okay but it was all for nothing. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to ever think you were different and actually gave a ****.