Do it.

July 6, 2020 – 12:06 P.M.

Yes. Keep ignoring my texts cause you’re busy on snapchat with whatever girl is holding your attention for the moment. Keep treating me like you don’t give a fuck. Cause you don’t. I’m your bestie when you’re bored. I love it. It makes me laugh now.

It gives me the energy and motivation to drop you like the ton of bricks you are. Dead weight. Holding me back, heavy on my heart and mind. I don’t need you. I never did.

It’s hilarious you think you have me figured out. That I’m just some loyal friend who will always be there despite your fuck ups. I am a very loyal person, maybe even to a fault, but after you start messing up, you don’t know it but my hand is hovering over the eject button at all times. You never know when you’ll really lose me. Think I’m just around cause you’re so great? You’re boring. And a coward. Only think about yourself, talk about yourself, put in effort when you’re excited/happy for you.

I’m relieved I won’t have to deal with all of this anymore. The ups and downs, the self doubt, the uncertainty. Months ago I was relieved you liked me. Relieved you had “feelings for me”. This is definitely a different kind of relieved.

Hindsight is 20/20. I feel so funny and stupid to see you for the person you really are. My rose colored glasses are way off now. I think about how you used to message me late af when there was absolutely nothing or no one left. But saying things to give the illusion I actually mattered to you. I’ve never mattered to you.

You could have told me. You could’ve been honest.