Honestly, I don't think you're worth it anymore.
You put me through hell and have still continued to blame it on me.
I know I messed up when I said some of those things, but you hurt me just as much. You hurt me over a longer period of time, too. You made me believe I deserved all of that. You made me think that I wasn't worth anything better.
I know you won't ever see it from my perspective and you'll only take this as a personal attack on you, and that hurts, too. The fact that you'd rather play victim again than shift your mindset to understand me hurts more than you'll ever know. So I don't think you're worth it.
When you're ready to talk to me again, feel free, but don't expect me to be willing to be your doormat again.
So, as a farewell to you:
Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now! Well, I'm, I'm all the way up; I swear you'll never bring me down.
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Depressing Shit
PoesíaSometimes I get in really bad mindsets. Sometimes, those mindsets lead me to write really depressing shit. This will be a book dedicated to my depressing thoughts and my updates on how I'm doing. I will be moving all of my chapters in my other books...
