yk what, fuck it, as long as you're happy with your decision my feelings don't fucking matter.
i hope you can live your life, be happy and find someone better than me.
and no matter what, it's not your fault. it is mine.
i miss your daily "i proud of you"s
you'd always tell me why you're proud of me, and how proud you are
are you still,, proud of me? because you were the only one that admired every little step i took.
i miss telling you bullshit, always spamming in our podcast group chat
it felt so safe, i knew i wasn't bothering you
now i can no longer tell anyone all those things without feeling annoying af. you know what, i'll just stop talking about it
and maybe i'll even stop talking
"you are my favorite song"
that's what you told me. but you stopped listening to me, i'm no longer worthy. my voice doesn't matter anymore. why talk then?