I won't dwell on this. The feeling of checking up on you and seeing that your struggling because of me hurts. I don't love you anymore.
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I'm sorry, Methus. I don't know why I decided to just leave you like that. I did have a reason, but it was stupid. I should've told you, it was so fucking pisstaking of me to just block you.
I blocked you because I couldn't handle you. I loved you so much, but you were someone who I shouldn't love: if I did love you, you wouldn't be able to love me back. You're so sweet. You always played games with me and managed to always make me laugh, you made me feel more like a human. But, you don't love yourself: how can I love someone when they cant manage any love for themselves? I did it so randomly, I hate myself so much for that. I was constantly attached to you - as in, I was obsessed. When I learnt you had a partner, I sobbed. That wasn't at all needed, what makes you happy makes you happy, I just wish I was one of those reasons. Even when you claimed I always managed to make you laugh, you always seemed so secretive. I would get so jealous when you would do things you did with me with others, I was too possessive over you. I'm sorry, please, somehow, can you manage to forgive me for being so impulsive?
I'm late, but happy fourteenth birthday. I won't contact you. I love(d) you.