All I want is recognition from you, and I don't know why. you hurt me...bad. I've never been so heartbroken. It's been a little over a month since we broke up and you're already with someone else. you tell her & the world that you love her. how, after we spent an entire year together, have you move on so fast? I know I had my problems, but so did you. I don't believe I was that much of a burden. you told me you loved me no matter what, and now those words hang over me like a black cloud since you posted all of those things about me for everyone to see. it wouldn't bother me so much if what you said was true... but even after all of this, I still love you. no, I'm not in love with you, and I could never be with you again, but all I really want is an apology. something to tell me that you really /do/ care if I died, something to tell me that you /do/ still care, even if it isn't the way it used to be. I don't think you said all of those things because you believe them, but because you were angry. but now I see your smiling face and happy demeanor and wonder if you ever really cared, or if I was just someone to love. you know of all the empty promises, all the heartbreak, the mistrust, the depression, the scars, the anxiety, the panic... you know me better than anyone else, and it terrifies me. to trust anyone else would be stupid on my part, right? I trusted you with everything and have wound up in this situation, begging for someone to promise me something I can believe in. I feel trapped, constantly under the weather and full of anxiety that I will see you out in public. I don't know what to do with myself, it's like I've been given a whole new life and it's shittier than the first. I was so happy with you, and now I've sunken down into the pit again, and I don't know how long this will last. Sam, all I want is recognition. for you to tell me that you didn't mean it. that you don't mean it. I'm okay with how you're living your life now. you seem happy and busy constantly, and I'm happy for you. I do still care about how you are. ridiculous, after everything that's happened, but I do. I want you to live life to the fullest. but what I didn't and still do not want is this. the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, even when I try to fill it, that you really do have hatred towards me. I thought that this would be a peaceful breakaway, and now I know that it was the opposite. I just need something. if you really meant it, tell me. if you didn't, tell me. I need something. I need a final answer. I need to know. I can't live with myself and it's fucking stupid. I just need to know.