avap6545

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          	I felt like such a child when I reached out to you. I always overreacted and you were so dry and when you came back and asked how I was? Idk I kinda just wanted your attention. I thought if I acted like a sl*t like you liked then you’d want me. If I acted like I didn’t care. But I wasn’t made for that. I love so hard it hurts and even as years have passed I think about you. I don’t think you know just how pathetic that feels because every time you came back, took a little time to talk to me again, you told me you hated me. And you never once told me what I did wrong and just ghosted me. And then you came back. Why did you come back? And Ik you won’t see this. I have you blocked. Either way Ik you wouldn’t bother looking at my profile anyways. I know you. That’s why I feel so dumb. I told you I loved you and you sounded sad that it was past tense. Why did I fall for that. Like you actually cared? Like either if you did? I don’t even like A anymore I just wanted you

avap6545

You made me feel special for a bit, wanted me for a bit. Did I bore you? I knew you talked to all those other girls so why were you even upset with me? Even when we were “together” and I opened up to you, I thought I was real. Was it real? Was any of this real to you? Did you ever really like me? Why did you leave? And why bother coming back? I never understood and that made me feel so crazy. I’m younger than you, and I know I act older, years and years of sh*t made me grow up. My own mother says I act her age and she’s 37. But I was still younger than you. I craved that attention, that love, that desire even if it wasn’t real and all of it was just lust. At least you didn’t hate me. And every time I think I’ve grown and matured, you came back and that set me ten steps back. Three years have gone by and you still haunt my mind every once in a while. I even had a dream where we were happy and that shattered me. Why did you ruin me. Why do I even care about you or think about you? I don’t understand and I can’t
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avap6545

(Aimed)
          I felt like such a child when I reached out to you. I always overreacted and you were so dry and when you came back and asked how I was? Idk I kinda just wanted your attention. I thought if I acted like a sl*t like you liked then you’d want me. If I acted like I didn’t care. But I wasn’t made for that. I love so hard it hurts and even as years have passed I think about you. I don’t think you know just how pathetic that feels because every time you came back, took a little time to talk to me again, you told me you hated me. And you never once told me what I did wrong and just ghosted me. And then you came back. Why did you come back? And Ik you won’t see this. I have you blocked. Either way Ik you wouldn’t bother looking at my profile anyways. I know you. That’s why I feel so dumb. I told you I loved you and you sounded sad that it was past tense. Why did I fall for that. Like you actually cared? Like either if you did? I don’t even like A anymore I just wanted you

avap6545

You made me feel special for a bit, wanted me for a bit. Did I bore you? I knew you talked to all those other girls so why were you even upset with me? Even when we were “together” and I opened up to you, I thought I was real. Was it real? Was any of this real to you? Did you ever really like me? Why did you leave? And why bother coming back? I never understood and that made me feel so crazy. I’m younger than you, and I know I act older, years and years of sh*t made me grow up. My own mother says I act her age and she’s 37. But I was still younger than you. I craved that attention, that love, that desire even if it wasn’t real and all of it was just lust. At least you didn’t hate me. And every time I think I’ve grown and matured, you came back and that set me ten steps back. Three years have gone by and you still haunt my mind every once in a while. I even had a dream where we were happy and that shattered me. Why did you ruin me. Why do I even care about you or think about you? I don’t understand and I can’t
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