I don't know.

What did everything we do mean, nothing? Really? It's that easy for you to forget like it's some press of a button? When did you start calling him? How much does he mean to you? How much did I mean to you?

Nine month, almost ten, we spent nine fucking months talking daily, you were how I ended my nights and started my mornings, you were always there whenever I went out or experienced anything, you were everything to me, literally everything and just like that you forget.

You say you tried you never did, maybe your pride wouldn't allow it but you never said you wanted me back once. You never told me you wanted us to go back to talking, Jesus fucking christ how blind can you be to your own actions, you know what you told me every time I asked you if you thought you didn't have the ability to care, you said "I don't know" that means you don't care G, if your answer was "no I care about you" shit would've been different but no, you literally admitted that you don't care, and then you come and defend yourself by telling me how I knew you didn't care.

I'm so fucking done with this shit, I wish I can erase all the memories. I wish I did shit different. I'm exhausted and I hate who you have become, I hate how I'm attached to you. I want to leave.