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I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn’t do, for getting attached, for making you my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, following you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all… for not hating you which I know I should… but I can’t.
Just saying…
Why did I break up with him? Well ,it’s like, once I sat down and looked at the situation, all the pieces lying on the floor, it just wasn’t a puzzle anymore. None of the pieces fit together. And even if I tried really hard, the pieces, well they were two different puzzles. That’s why I did it, he needs to understand that. |