I don't miss you half as much as I thought I would. It's most likely because I'm just whatever to you. I'm just one of those girls you ignore now. Which sucks. But. It's not the end of the world. It sucks because I want sex but. So what. It's not like I don't miss you at all. And ya I'm basically spiraling thinking about who you're spending your time talking to instead. Thinking about that you don't miss me either. That you don't want me to be in your life. That I'm just some stupid girl to you. If that. I mean it sucks being nothing to someone who was everything to you. But I guess at some point you just get over it. Get over that things change. People change. Feelings change. And I guess mine have. And I know yours have. I just miss having someone to talk to. I miss having someone who knows me and wants me around. But. Oh well I guess dude. Had to move on some time right. I know you don't miss me. Or love me. Or care. What's it matter anymore. What's anything matter anymore. I give up
