I can now say that weird relationship thing doesn’t exist anymore. I am officially single. No, weird misunderstandings or misconceptions about what we were. I’m done. I can’t wait around for a text that will never come and I’m done initiating contact. It’s too much stress for a bipolar woman. I need people to talk to and he won’t give that. I’m officially putting down my foot and saying that this weird relationship is over. I’m done waiting. I can’t wait. It hurts more to wait for a text that I know is not going to be there. I wish I never waited. I’m so stupid to think he would ever change. No texts, barely talks, little to no contact. We’re basically not even dating. So I’m done. My mental health is in crisis and I’m not going to therapy for sh¡t that I already know. I’m gonna be writing something soon.