Letting go
It’s been two years since we’ve had contact. I still want nothing to do with you. You lied to me, used me. Were you ever my friend? Was I yours?
I felt sorry for you. You liked to do the same things I did. But you were so damn needy. I always felt like you were trying to take a piece of me. It felt disgusting. I used you too; to not be alone. What a waste.
Stay away.
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