I just want to scream. I want to run. I don’t want to be here anymore. What’s the point? I’m tired. Tired of crying myself to sleep every night. And just tired of missing you. Because you don’t miss me. You don’t care. You gave up.
I don’t understand how you can live with it. How you can stop loving me just like that. I don’t understand.
We were happy. Everything was perfect, until you decided that I wasn’t.