Love hurts

2 months.

2 months since you called it quits. 2 months of crying, feeling unworthy, feeling disgusted, hating myself, throwing up, and you being unbothered.

2 months of you drinking, partying, experimenting with drugs, hanging out with" so called friends", and posting pictures on your Instagram story of you with other girls.

2 months of a missed period, finals, family issues, dealing with depression, anxiety, overthinking, and re-reading the last messages we ever sent to each other.

2 months, was all it took for you to "move on".
2 months, was all it took for you to start dating that girl who was nothing but a "friend".
2 months, of saying you'd never hurt me and then doing exactly that.

I guess we hurt in different ways. Yet, I guess I never really knew you.
See, you hurt me and didn't seem to give a damn.

~Kate