I’m curious, what did you think I meant when I said we don’t exist to each other? Because I think you took it as, “Leave me alone for a month, then attack me with sad desperate attempts for contact and forgiveness.”
What did you expect to happened when you crushed me? Devastated me? A couple months would pass, I’d have my time to grieve, forgive and forget, then we’d be best friends? Hell no. I want nothing to do with you. For quite some time. I have no idea how long that is, there’s no way of knowing. But the more you attempt to talk to me, the more time you add onto it. You’re not letting my wounds heal; you keep ripping the scab off every time you try and talk to me. Let scars form.
You called me twice, sent me messages, asked to be my friend… what the hell is wrong with you? I don’t hate you, you need to understand that. But you REALLY need to understand this, the more you try and contact me the more you’re pushing it.
So let me see if I can make this clear for you: fuck off. Leave me alone. The next time we talk is when I want to. I’m not sorry for you, it’s your turn to cry. You shattered my heart into millions of pieces with your selfish act. Stop trying to manipulate the emotions of an emotionally unstable girl. Stop starving your self of food and sleep. Grow a pair and take it like a man, this is your fault after all.