I guess I am as disposable as the traah.
I am trash to you.
That should make it easier to allow myself anger for you.
But it doesn’t.
I don’t deserve this.
But I guess if it’s this easy for you,
Then I should be thankful for all of the pain you’re saving me down the line for walking away now.
I once to you that if this ever happened, don’t bother to try to come back. Truth is for the last 24 hours, I wanted to talk to you and only you about something I found out yesterday. But the more time that passes, the more I hope you follow your own instructions that you gave to me. This childishness is… you know how I feel about it. So I guess that means I committed an unforgivable sin.
I hate you for this. As soon as I can get over the fact that you have lied to me about what I mean to you for years, you will be dead to me. Foreever. Just like everyone else who pretended to give a fuck about me in my life. You are exactly the same as them, just like I feared.