Desperately 🥺🥺 - Blog Posts
I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re fucking happy. I hope you’re happy that you burned out my passion. I hope youre happy that you made the last few months of my life hell. I hope you’re happy that you let me be alone. I hope you’re happy that you made me feel so bad about myself. I hope you’re happy that you led me to the edge and convinced me to jump. You better be happy.
I went through with it, not that you care. I bet you wanted me gone. Even after all these years I’ve known you, you still know nothing about me. I’ll never be talented. I’ll never be someone you rely on. We will never be close. You will never believe in me. You will never care. I’ll always be that extra wheel. You don’t care what happens. You won’t miss me. And I wish that didn’t fucking hurt. I hope you know that I cared, I wanted to be close, I wanted to be reliable, I wanted to be known. I wanted to be someone.
I had such bigger plans. I had goals. And now because of you I’ll never get to check them off of my bucket list. Maybe I’ll find people that care like that someday but I’ll always think about how it could’ve been you. I’ll always think of what could’ve been. I hope I made the right decision but it’s not like you’ll try to persuade me to stay. You couldn’t even see anything in me that was worth anything. And you were so so mean for no reason. When all I wanted was to not be left out. Sticking out like a sore thumb all the time.
How crazy it is for something to make you wish for the bare minimum of happiness. And I hope you’re fucking happy. Cause then, at least one of us is.
Sincerely,
the girl you’ve hurt time and time again
