Thanks for leaving. You're wrong. But. I hope your new person appreciates you being nice. Your nice posts on tumblr about them. Your attention. I'm watching the new 13 reasons why. And the main guy keeps saying he hasn't thought about the girl who killed herself in months. And I can't help but keep thinking that that would be you. That that is you. Only think of me when I bother you. Everything you said was wrong. But I appreciate you saying anything. I'm sorry you think that. I'm sorry I was nothing but bad for you and to you. Just. I guess I'm sorry. For bothering you. I'm sorry that I'm the only one in pain right now. I'm sorry you can't really seem to tell me you feel anything I am. Which. Whatever. I guess since you're done with me it doesn't really matter. It's not like me saying anything will make you change your mind. Or answer my questions. Or anything. Sara was wrong about you. You wouldn't recognize anything. You'll just keep moving on. Keep on with your new person. Just.. nothing matters. But I didn't leave. You did. I broke my back trying to keep you upright. I poured my love into you. I knelt at your feet and jumped when you called. You whistled and I came running. Everything was in your hands. Your time. I was there. I tore love out of myself to give it bleeding to you. And it wasn't enough. I created all the love within myself and gave it to you. Flowing like water. And you were always there waiting empty. My love flowed through you like drugs in someone's system only lasting a few hours before needing another hit. It wasn't enough. I wasn't. I had an unlimited amount of love. But it wasn't enough. You left. So I know that post wasn't about me. If I was the right person you wouldn't have left. You weren't in love with me. And you definitely aren't now. Thanks for trying to "save me". That's great that I'm the only one hurting. In pain. I didn't need you to be better. I didn't need you to fix yourself in a timely manner. I didn't need you to do anything except try. And fight. For you. For me. To show me that you wanted me. But. I guess none of it matters. Right. Who cares. You have someone else. Or you don't. But you will. Someone to pay attention to. And try for
