Alright. Since you've gone back to ignore me. Guess it's back to this. You can't say shit about me missing you. You can't say shit if I have a new person. Because you don't miss me. And you have someone. And I didn't say that I'm moving on right now. I just said I have to. Because what else am I supposed to do. You don't talk to me. You've shown you don't care about me soooo? What the hell am I supposed to do. I've asked you so many fucking times what am I supposed to do. What would you like me to do. I know withdrawing is your process. But this exact process is why he fucking happened in the first place. Because you ignore me. And make me feel like you don't give a fuck about me. And make me feel like you want nothing to do with me. And like it's fucking over. I know you want it to be fucking over and you can't just grow a pair and say it. Look I wrote multiple things about how I wanted to kill myself. That your life would be better off without me and you didn't say a Fucking word. But I talk about that it's time to move on and here you fucking come running. You don't care about me. You just don't want me to be with someone else. Why the fuck do you read these anyways. It makes no fucking sense. What do you get out of reading this? Waiting to see if I write about fucking someone else? Well sorry it's not gonna happen. So you can stop. Because you don't give a shit anyways. You do this every time. You don't want to talk about it. You ignore me. And I fucking feel like it's over. So I fucking try to let you go. Because it seems to be what you want. Considering you ignore everything I say. Then once someone else picks up your fucking thrown away toy you suddenly want me back. Every time you do exactly what makes this shit happen. Why the hell would I wait around if this is how you're gonna treat me. Why would I sit around and be fucked up and sad when I can choose to not be. And fucking try to not be sad over you. You don't actually care about me. Just care if someone else wants me. And I never asked you to confide in me. Because I get why you wouldn't. All I fucking asked was wtf do I do. Do I fuck off. Do I try. Wtf do you want from me. Because this right now. Makes me feel like you just want me to fuck off. Which obviously I can do. But this is fucking pissing me off. Ignoring the fucking problem pisses me off. And you fucking telling me that you want to die because of me? Are you kidding me. You want to die because I feel like you don't care about me? That's what you're fucking showing me. And me accusing you of being with other people? You did that. And are doing that. So fucking stop. If that's your way of getting back at me for telling you that you were a reason I tried to kill myself then it's a shit attempt. All I fucking meant by that was that me hurting you fucks me up so much that I'd rather be dead. I'd rather die than you be hurt by me. I'd rather be dead so that your life could be better. I'd rather be died so that you can finally fucking be happy. But you don't care about any of that. You have nothing to say. No objections. Not anything. So why the fuck read this. Why the fuck don't you just block me and stop reading. And fu king move on. Since I'm such a fuck up in your life. Since I'm the fucking worst thing about your life. You don't want me. You don't like me. So what the fuck are you doing. Other than making me feel like shit. Other than ignoring me like you always do.
