I didn’t leave because I wanted to. I left because it felt like you already gave up, and I didn’t want to sit there and watch it all slowly fade away. I don’t think I could handle doing that to myself again. It hurts too much to watch the things you love slowly wither away.
I hate myself for missing you.
I think it’s safe to say I really want a boyfriend.
He always makes me happy. I hate him for that.
And in other news I successfully deleted everything that had to do with him. I am happy. (See me in two hours and I will be crying)