Are you lurking in the shadows? You randomly are beginning to mention things to me lately. Things that hint that you are onto me, and my writings here and elsewhere. To think that you could know my innermost secret thoughts about you is a relief and a fear. If you are here, understand that I don’t appreciate you messing with my head. I don’t appreciate you using my feelings as a means to manipulate me into feeling as if there is a deeper connection than there actually is. I don’t want fake. I don’t want anything really, except for the truth.
You said last night that you “get em hooked and then walk away.” What kind of person plays with another’s heart?
Was anything even real?
I couldn’t be more hurt and angry at you for making me think you actually cared about me when you don’t. I don’t know how to face you anymore. Why? Just why?