"You" he said as he took another shot of vodka.
"You should have loved me the way I loved you. You should have cared. You should have ached the way I did when we said out goodbyes."
"But you didn't. It was never a love for you from the start. And that-" he paused for awhile.
"That is the end of me."
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Dancing in my depression
RandomThese are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day. I write all of these myself.
