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this is a miniature rant.
to whom it may concern:
i’m clingy and emotional, yes. and overdramatic. and stubborn. but i’ll be damned if i’m not adventurous, funny, smart, ambitious, easy to talk to, cute, and the most loyal friend you will ever have. and i am more loving and devoted to the people i love than anyone i know.
so fuck you for not seeing this, or not wanting it.
in reality i still miss you every day of my life. and i think i’m still in love with you, or what i thought was love. but you will never hear me say this to you. you have shattered me. every day i wake up feeling like a shell of my former self. i wish i could say that i hope you’re happy, but i don’t. i hope you wake up every morning feeling like an absolute asshole because that’s what you are. when we broke up i told you that i could never hate you, and i still can’t decide whether i do or not. two years and five months is a lot of time to make memories, so who can blame me for thinking of you all the time. every little thing reminds me of something we did together.
i don’t know when i’ll be over this or if i’ll ever be over this. all i know right now is that i seriously believed that you re the only person who would ever love me for who i truly was inside. and then you said you didn’t.
so i never even had you.
so what is left?