I gave too much of myself to you and while at first you gave me a bit of yourself now you withhold. You will never know how much I cared about you and how much you meant to me, how much meeting you changed me as a person. I thought we were written in the stars, I was so certain what we had was unbreakable.
I can't differentiate between my own anxiety and your actual ignorance... I flip from feeling betrayed by your neglect to feeling like maybe I'm making it all up in my head because I need more attention than your able to give.
But this past weekend has opened my eyes.
I'm done clamouring for your attention.
I'm done basing my self worth off of people like you.
I'm done being that needy guy.
And I feel sorry for you. Because you're gonna miss out on a lot. You're gonna miss out on me. Most likely you'll find someone else in the line of clamouring admirers, most likely you'll never give me a second thought.
But just wanted to vent this and if you ever see it for any reason, I want you to know how much you hurt me, probably without meaning to, but it hurt just the same.