God it hurts to see you be so open with your feelings of sadness over someone else. I thought I meant more to you than “I can’t feel that right now or I won’t get anything done.” And “I’m not fine I’m just insanely busy.”
I thought I was worth grieving over. I thought what we had was worth grieving over. The loss of it all - I thought that was worth grieving over. It was to me. It is to me.
I’m so mad at you. You made me fall for you and then you let me fall. And after everything I still miss you.
I can’t wait to think about you and feel nothing. I can’t wait until I don’t think about you at all.








