I haven’t heard from you in days and it fucking hurts.
It hurts to know I don’t matter enough for you to reciprocate a response.
It hurts to know that I care for you so much more than you care for me.
It hurts to know what we had isn’t enough anymore.
But god damned what hurts most of all is that with every blank screen, with every unanswered question, and with every single over-fucking-flowing thought that you hate me, all I hear from inside is
“It’s your own fault”
And that, my dears, is what’s killing me.”