I don't want to hear or see anything about you because it hurts me inside and out, in my soul, life, and heart. It hurts that I never hear from you because you're so busy with your perfect, sweet life. It sucks, kills, and breaks me to know that you've moved on while I'm here trying to figure out what to do with my life, my whole world, and a part of me, my friends, and family. Maybe you don't even want to call me family. Am I not good enough to be a part of your life anymore?
