IT WAS ALL A LIE.
You knew how sad and alone and vulnerable and fucked up I was, and you still played with my heart. I thought you were a good guy. I really thought I could love you.
Thanks for making me hate myself again.
I’m afraid you’re just going to stop talking to me all together soon, and thinking that really hurts. You said so yourself how easy it would be for you to just up and leave.