letters to the boy who never cared

w a s t e

I feel a lot of things right now, writing this letter to you. Hurt. Cheated. Worthless. Alone.

But, strangely, the loneliness doesn't feel new. The dull ache is just slightly stronger, like it's been there a long time. And it has, because of you.

I wasted all my time on you: thinking about you, worrying about you, loving you.

I'm wondering now, heartbroken and regretful over you, if any of this will ever matter to you. Probably not, right?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure you never cared about me.

Sincerely,

Alexa Green