To my Ex:
i miss him. im not sure why, but i do. i miss the way he was always here. He did put me above anything else, maybe that’s what i really miss. I keep prying back into his life, desperate for a glimpse that he doesn’t hate the person i have become because honestly im not sure i like myself even. All i know is this, i miss him. I know that he has moved on and im happy for him, really. And...
Now it’s my turn. Of course i’m reading it. All of it. You write a blog about me, and post a link on your facebook, of course im going to be reading it. No. I did not leave you for him. I left you because i couldn’t trust you not to leave me. He comforted me, and now we’re dating. I never LEFT YOU FOR HIM. But think what you may, i can never change that. You want to write...
Fuck my life. Please. Or allow me to be far away so I can’t deal with hurting people I love.
you call me up again just to break me like a promise