“ I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.
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“ I wanted to
hurt you
before you could
do the same
to me,
yet I am
always
the one in bed
crying.
“ He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
“ Never text him when you’re sad.
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So i just made the unfortunate mistake of looking through our old messages on facebook. And i want to know how you went from contacting me all the time- when you couldn’t sleep, calling me at 3am- 5am just because you needed someone, to nothing at all. We were everything to each other and i became nothing to you so quickly? How did you do that? How did you fucking do that so easily when i’m still thinking about you all the time, waking up in the middle of the night and realising you’re no longer a part of my life. I don’t know if i miss you or the idea of you, because the person you were is surely not the fucking person you are anymore. I hate you for fucking leaving when you promised you would stay. I hate you for promising we would stay friends and you won’t give me even a tiny piece of your day. Why were you so selfish? Why did you use me to bandaid your own issues, discard me, and move on with your life? Fuck you. Fuck you so much.