Seriously, you’ve hurt me so much and I’ve been so indenial about it. You should be happy; every time you’ve done something, said something to make me cry, make me feel bad, make me hurt, I always put all that aside and remembered how good of a person you are, how caring you are, how much you loved me. I was afraid of believing that this mean, hurtful monster was you. But I’m done now, I’m not indenial anymore, I know this is you. These past few months, you’ve only came to me when you needed something; when you needed help with school, when you wanted me to do things for you. I’m so tired of being so hopeful all the damn time, thinking if I helped you with what you needed, you would come back and remember how much you loved and cared about me. But I’m walking away now too, I’m done hurting myself.
