i'm upset that i got so attached to you when all i was to you was a pest, someone to run to when you're bored of your perfect life.

i believed you when you told me that you loved me all those times, but i believed you even more when you told me that you've never actually had feelings for me.
you're just like the rest now,

and i was so sad to see you go, but it was the best for me.

you called me a psychopath when i told you that i was jealous that you liked someone while we were together,
you told me that i was childish and mentally unstable because you talked to her more than you talked to me.

you called me a nuisance because i wanted to talk to you more and hear your voice,
because i was jealous that you were letting her pull you away from me.

it tore me apart to see how happy you both were after i left you, and how much you would both laugh when i'd get jealous.

my being means nothing to you,

i was always just a chore,
a run to,

and a replacement.

thank you.