It's so funny to me how I can go from being "the best thing that could've happened to you" to someone you don't even look at anymore. If it wasn't real, if you didn't truly have feelings for me, why did you lead me on believing that someone cared about my existence? Why did you put so much effort into making me like you? Why did you care so much about what I thought of you because, in the end, you never cared about me at all.
