Just gotta keep saying it and I’ll be okay.
I tried so hard. You didn’t. I tried for weeks and weeks and you didn’t even care. I kept getting hurt. I miss you, but I can’t keep doing that to myself. I don’t even think you miss me or care, I don’t even know if you ever cared. People told me you were different, but you did what everyone else has done in the past. You dropped me. You stopped caring. You ignored me. I became unimportant. I deserve to be treated better. I think… I hope. But you know what the worst part is? I love you and miss you. I keep lying to people, saying it doesn’t hurt, that I’m not angry, and I’m not angry, but I am hurt. I just wish I knew what changed. Was it something I did? I don’t know. But it hurts… it fucking hurts. I wish I didn’t miss you. :,(
I never used to believe that people could change… but then you did. Or we changed? I don’t know. I just wish it hadn’t happened this way. I miss you… I wish you missed me. :(