The things I never need to hear ever again

Dear Me,

I thought we had gone through this a thousand times. I thought everyone had said this to you a thousand times. I thought you told yourself you were fine a thousand times. So why are you like this? I refuse to believe you are this weak, or this fragile. What ever happened to "fuck them, life moves on" ?

A part of me never wants to see him, or them really ever again. Because if I stay around, all this will continue to happen. I have never stuck around the group, so why this one? I have never made an effort to because I do not want to remember. So what makes them so special? They are selfish as selfish comes. They break hearts. They hurt to be around. They do not make me feel like me. Yet I stay. Maybe I am a masochist. I doubt that. But clearly I am crazy.


I need my time but I can't bare to be away from the people I like to talk to.

Love,
Me.