You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You made it to where I don’t even want to tell you my feelings anymore. I don’t want to tell you how badly I miss you. Or even ask after you.

You’ve made me feel like a piece of trash. But not even the good trash that a raccoon would enjoy. I was so easy for you to throw away. So easy…

My folly was falling for you like I did. My folly was thinking I meant something more to you. My folly… was my downfall in your world. And for that, I can’t bring myself to try anymore.

I don’t want to try and make you see how much I care for you. I don’t want to try and tell you everything anymore. Slowly but surely I’m coming to the conclusion that I’m just.. nothing to you.

You made me think you wanted to share your world with me. You made me think that you actually found me to be someone worthy of you. You made me not hate myself. You made me feel like I was handsome like you told me I was. You made me not hate the way my eyes change color depending on my mood.

All of this is what I loved about you. Because I did. I truthfully did. And honestly… I still do. I don’t know how I’d feel if you came back to me the way I wish you would.. would I feel like I’m just a last resort? Would I feel like I was just an option?

Jokes on me. I was always just an option to you. No matter how hard I tried and the feelings I told you about, I just wasn’t what you wanted. And for that… I’ll always be sad about.