I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. I'm sorry that I made you feel like you had to lie to me. I'm sorry that I'm unattractive, ugly, untalented, and unintelligent for you. I'm sorry that my lack of perfect made you love someone more. I was never enough. I still miss you. I still think about you everyday. All I wanna know is why. Why you thought it would be okay to torture me with these awful, awful emotions I didn't deserve to feel. You ruined me, and I don't know what it the goddamn part of the back of my head is still telling me to give a fucking d a m n about you.
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If Bats Didn't Use Waves
Non-FictionThe fourth book in my series of shitty journals! One of a kind! The last one! Buy now! Money back if you hate it!
