I'm done crying.
I'm done getting upset.
I'm done distracting myself.
I'm done lying to myself.
I'm over it, I'm not happy, I haven't been for awhile. I don't even know why I continue writing this shit anyway when it's meaningless just like everything else. I'm so hurt. My soul is crushed. I'm so tired of being nice and being good. Why does everyone get to be so heartless and I don't? I'm done.
Here I am, you've ruined me. Well, I should say took part in ruining me. You weren't alone.
I hope you're truly happy now, that's what you wanted all along. I hope you see me utterly miserable and it brings you so much happiness because if it doesn't then fuck you for hurting me for no fucking reason. I fucking hate you. I wish you never came into my life.
